There's only one kind of dance, the robot and the robo-boogey

[transuniversal]

Date & Time: January 30th, afternoon
Location: the Transformer Base of Operations
Characters: Noh-Varr, Rodimus...
Summary: Aliens being bros?
Warnings: General ridiculousness

It's not avoidance that drives Noh-Varr to slip out for the day, to check up on their large robotic friends. That conversation with Kate might weigh on him a bit, but he will never, ever admit that, nor allow it to dampen his spirits (or his sex life). He doesn't remember it yet. He doesn't know that he ever will, while he's here, and since he didn't live it there's no point in worrying about it just yet.

But there is only so many times you can have sex in the kitchen before you might need to slip away for a bit and take a break, even when you have the stamina of the Kree, and so that's what he's done. He hasn't communicated with the strange robotic organisms he and Loki have sort of tentatively adopted as fascinating beings worthy of friendship since Kate's birthday party.

Besides, maybe he can convert them to the gospel of Katy Perry if he tries hard enough.

Comments

[tilallisoverused]

Rodimus isn't exactly hard to miss - red, yellow, and orange in a sea of white snow. He's currently sitting on a chunk of collapsed building that isn't part of the rest of the castle that Nova demanded they work on uncovering. And by 'they' he mostly meant Rodimus. But he'd done his part for the day and was far more concerned with staring intently at his hands.

Why doesn't appear to be very clear - at least until both of them erupt in flame and Rodimus gives an excited whoop of success. Sure, it might just be his hands, but he could at least control it (sort of) and that was the important part.

It takes him a second or two to realize there's someone else nearby, but he gives Noh-Varr a grin when he comes close enough.

"Hey," is all the-- what did he call himself? Kree? gets in greeting. Mostly because Rodimus's hands are still on fire and he's not sure how to put them out. So don't mind him rapidly shaking his hands, Noh-Varr.