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*exhaustion coupled with the energon he'd taken in before going to sleep had kept Air Raid blissfully ignorant of all the noise going on in the aerie... for a while, anyway. After a couple hours of recharge, though, the blare from the televsion started intruding in upon his audios... rousing him. Groaning, he sat up, then stumbled into the Aerialbot's common room*

*grumbles?* Is it too much to ask a poor, tired mech for some quiet?

*he moved over to the couch, at first intent on telling asking Slingshot to turn it down, or turn it off himself if the Harrier had passed out on the floor. He was confused to find no one there, and switched off the TV, looking about*

Ehh... guess he went off to his room, or somethin'. Why'd he leave the TV on, then? Bolt's gonna have a fit if he finds out that Sling left the TV on again. *chuckles faintly*

Date: 2008-06-17 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dive-in2a-book.livejournal.com
*the lounge had been surprisingly quiet for the time of day. The entire Ark seemed surprisingly quiet. Returning to his quarters, he smiled at seeing Air Raid in the common room*

Air Raid! Hello... How have you all been doing? And where is everyone?

Date: 2008-06-17 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prince-of-peril.livejournal.com
*turns to look at whoever had just entered, and a huge smile lit up his face* Skydive! *bounds over to him, hugging him enthusiatically* If I were more awake, I'd go into a rendition of 'hail hail the gang's all here.'

Date: 2008-06-17 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dive-in2a-book.livejournal.com
*laughs softly as he's hugged, returning the gesture* Please don't. ^_^ *goes to sit on the couch, still sipping at his energon cube he'd taken from the lounge* It's good to see you're in good spirits.

Date: 2008-06-17 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prince-of-peril.livejournal.com
Heh... y'kidding? I'm just happy to be back. I got stuck on a dumb Antartica mission that wasn't really a mission but a punishment for pranks... *grumbles, then sighs, and shrugs, grinning*

Well... Flight's all upset 'bout one of his pet fish dying, Sling and Bolt are buttin' heads again, but that's nothin' new. Dunno what the rest of the Ark's up to. Bolt went off to talk to Flight, I think... an' I dunno where Sling is. Guess he went off to bed.

Date: 2008-06-17 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dive-in2a-book.livejournal.com
*blinks a little in surprise* So that was what he was so upset about. Poor Fireflight... *frowns softly*

The Ark seems almost... abandoned. Red Alert is still here, I know, but... I'm not sure where the others are. It's rather quiet in the halls, despite the storm outside.

Date: 2008-06-17 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prince-of-peril.livejournal.com
*shrugs* It's just a fish, but... it's also Fireflight, so... yeah. He's takin' this pretty rough.

*tilts his head to the side, curiously* Oh? That's odd. I wonder what's up? Is there a battle goin' on, and no one told us?

*grins, and turns, jogging towards their individual rooms* If there is, I'm not sittin' out of any battle, storm or no storm. Gotta tell Sling you're back, anyway, so... X3 *grins, and raps sharply on Slingshot's door*

Yo! Slingy! Wake up! Dive's back, and I think there's a fight or somethin' going on somewhere! *pauses, then bangs on the door again* Hey, Sling! You in there? *presses the touch-pad that would open the door, and took a look inside*

Date: 2008-06-17 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*jerks awake at the sound, curled up against something warm, his back to the door* *mutters* Go away, 'Raid... *not really awake*

Date: 2008-06-17 01:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiss-my-rotors.livejournal.com
*The sharp sounds was doing nothing for Blades' growing hangover. He snuggled further into the pleasantly warm thing he was curled up against, murring.* Nngh...

Date: 2008-06-17 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prince-of-peril.livejournal.com
*blink*

*blinkblink*

*blinkblinkblink*

.o(I'm still dreaming. Am I? I'm not seein' this. I can't be seein' this...)

*blink*

.o(Oh, holy Primus... I AM!) *breaks into a wide, devilish grin* .o(Heeeee! An' here I was just teasin'! Looks like there was more truth to what I was sayin' than I thought! ... I gotta get a picture of this.)

*the impish smirk still plastered to his faceplates, Air Raid backs out of the room, then jogs to his own room, making a 'shush'ing gesture over at Skydive*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dive-in2a-book.livejournal.com
*just watches Air Raid back out of the room, suppressing a groan at seeing that expression on his brother's face* .o(I don't want to know...) *stands, and retreats to his own room, to avoid whatever chaos was bound to erupt*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*totally oblivious to Air Raid's entrance and exit*

*nuzzles Blades without really waking, tucking his face into Blades' neck and dropping back into recharge*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiss-my-rotors.livejournal.com
*Blades nuzzles him back, engine purring like a large cat at the warmth and comfort that surrounded him. His arms tightened around Slingshot for a fraction, wanting his comfy pillow closer.*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prince-of-peril.livejournal.com
*re-enters the room, stopping at the doorway, first, to take one quick picture. He doesn't use a flash -- too worried that the flash might accidentally wake them up. He's aware he's at risk for that at any point, but figures if he's quiet enough... The blaring TV didn't wake them. His banging on the door didn't wake them...*

*enters in further to the room, grinning impishly as he snapped another picture*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*wings twitch in sleepy irritation, but he doesn't wake*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiss-my-rotors.livejournal.com
*Here's more soft sounds and stirs a little, not enjoying the intrusion.* Streets...go'way... *grumblemumbles and snuggles deeper*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prince-of-peril.livejournal.com
*just snickers, faintly, at the mumble, stepping up to the side of the berth, to take some close-ups of their heads, nestled so close to each other*

.o(I think I just found out the first mech to show these two...) *grins*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*wakes up a bit at the sound of Air Raid snickering* *vague* 'Raider? What d'ya want? *doesn't lift his head*

Date: 2008-06-17 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiss-my-rotors.livejournal.com
*Blades grumbles again.* Streets, whatever it is, it can wait till mornin'...

*He blearily activates his optics...and suddenly discovers what it was he was snuggled up to so nicely.* @_<;; *He yelps and tries to jump back...a difficult maneuver when they were both entirely tangled up with each other.* The FRAG?!

Date: 2008-06-17 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prince-of-peril.livejournal.com
*his grin just grows wider, and he laughs, quickly subspacing the camera, and jogging out of the room* Oh, nothing... nothing at all, Slingy. You just stay nice an' comfy with your new pillow there.

Date: 2008-06-17 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*squawks as Blades' frantic scrambling sent him tumbling off the berth, landing heavily on his wings and stabilizer* Ow! Son of a glitch! *blinks up at Blades as the situation sinks in* ... Slag on a stick.

Date: 2008-06-17 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiss-my-rotors.livejournal.com
*He pokes his head up from his side of the berth that he'd fallen off of, large blue optics even wider.* 0_0;; I did not...no way did we...

Oh frag, we did...

I think I'm gonna be sick! D:

Date: 2008-06-17 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*glares* Oh, frag you too! You're the one who fragging started it! *mutter* I must have been a lot drunker than I thought...

Date: 2008-06-17 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiss-my-rotors.livejournal.com
I... *slag, the bird brain was right.* Well...You pushed me to do it! It's your fault for being an aft!

*He growls and holds a hand to his head.* Frag...stupid hangover... X_x I'm never drinking again.

Date: 2008-06-17 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*expression darkens* *snide* You always this friendly after sleeping with a mech? *glower* Get the slag out of my room; you're stinking it up.

Date: 2008-06-17 03:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kiss-my-rotors.livejournal.com
Only when that mech is the lousiest lay I've ever had. *snorts* Gladly, I'll be reeking of Aerialbot for days after this! D:

*He stands and stumbles toward the door, evidence of their tryst very obvious on his body and rotary system.*

Date: 2008-06-17 03:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitehotharrier.livejournal.com
*just rolls over and covers his face, wishing fervently that this was all just a really really bad hallucination* *moans*Frag...

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