*is watching Earth for something to do, and catches sight of something very interesting*
Oh-oh...! *stares, wings quivering* *energy sense radiating a mixture of shock, admiration, trepidation and jealousy* Of all the...!
*trails off* *mutters to self* It's fine. Galvatron knows what he's doing. It's fine.
...right?*looks up at the small
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*readreadre-*
*falls over laughing* Bwaaaaaah. ^_^ Scourge, you have a knack for making me fall over, I swear. *still giggling hiccupily, reads the answers with a grin-and-nod 'thanks'*
the inside of Unicron's head ... There are too many people skulking around there and none of them are up to anything good.
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O_O! *jumps up onto his shoulder in a sudden attack of "aaghclingworried"
Being nice to people they neither like nor need to impress. Why do humans feel they have to do this?
Programming. Insecurities. Being a martyr. There are many answers and they're all personalised. *longsuffering look*
My first reaction was something like "Unicron's done what now and do I need to run away?"
*squees happily and hugs him awkwardly from his shoulder*
...how wrong I was. *looks at you sternly, but with a twinkle in one optic**grins hugely, as if she'd won the lottery and glomps him again, still squeeing, and giggles at the answer to the last question* Ooops. Oh ( ... )
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Programming. Insecurities. Being a martyr. There are many answers and they're all personalised. *longsuffering look*
I think it's down to some weird long-buried ape-instinct to fit into the troupe or become leopard-dinner. That, and the lurking fear that someone out there is really a leopard in disguise.
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*jumps up onto his shoulder in a sudden attack of "aaghclingworried"
*blinks*
What, you hadn't noticed? There are always people hanging around what's left of Unicron. Usually either trying to make bargains, steal bits of technology, or work out how to get rid of the last traces of him... you ought to be careful. *worried*
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*considers cross-stitching that and framing it to hang on my office wall somewhere*
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You're welcome...
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Who are you, what are you doing in my journal and what are you implying?!
*raises wings a little, trying to appear threatening, mostly only looking jumpy*
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*snaps over internal radio, not exactly angry but military terse* /You've got thrusters, use them!/
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