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Whirl came into the kitchen wearing his wifebeater shirt, coming home from a long day at work!!! looking at Sentinel who was cooking dinner for them.
Sentinel just smiled at him and continued, while Whirl stared confused
"What the fuck are you doing in my house" Mr empurata asks to the mech wearing a kitchen apron.
"This is /your/ house?! Since when do you own a HOUSE?"
Freaktinel juts his hip to the side as he puts a servo on it, the crackle of cyber eggs and bacon behind him making the place smell quite pleasant.
"I didn't order a sexy (not that you're sexy, barf) maid service last I checked, and uh. Shut up, Cyclonus and Tailgate's house is TECHNICALLY mine too." Whirl's optic narrows as he crosses his spindly little arms.
"Awh, Whirl, I just wanted to try and rizz you up a little." He winks, smiling his freaky little smile that he does, why does it LOOK LIKE THAT.
"Sentinel, if you don't leave now I'm going to call Cyclonus and we're going to use your stupid wings as a decoration for our next book club meeting."
The freaky daddy megachurch pastor gasps, doing that one slutty rodimus pose in shock. (you know the one).
"I /never/, that is SO. So rude. Not a chance in the inferno are you getting your meaty claws on my wingies."
"Okay, slut." He lunges
for Freaktinel, who backs up with his hands in the air. He gasps dramatically, clasping a hand to his chassis. "You can't say THAT!!" He changes poses, draping himself even more dramatically over a couch that randomly appears next to him. The couch is more like a throne, grand and tall. "You have to say ..freaky."
Whirl stares at him. "I'm. I'm not saying that. I'm not caling you that, Sentinel."
"What." Freaktinel looks up at Whirl, disappointed. "Why not?"
"No. Just no," says Whirl. This is the most calm and normal he's been in the past 50 cycles, and it's just to tell Freaktinel no.
"What if I do THIS?" Freaktinel smiles, his bright blue orb boring into Whirl like lasers. His facial headlights (yes, that's what we're calling them now light the room more than the collective effort of all the lamps combined. He glows like a crowd of kids holding glow sticks on Halloween, and Whirl backs up.
"Demon!" screeches Whirl, summoning a cross from sheer will.
Freaktinel shrieks, and the freaky soul leaves his body.