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It was plain rainy day at Cybertron, pouring the hazy and gloomy yet retro light city across the street, a huzzle of busy Cybertronians screwing under rain. If it's isn't the best thing for now, work isn't as productive and pro occupied as current busy street. If Rattrap isn't dragging him around.
He and Rattrap are in different district, or ways better to tell is he's a soldier while I'm a scientist. Or not, he swore he seen Rattrap was included in chemistry, then he's too workaholic with his job.
"How's ta drink?"
It caught Rhinox off guard, stirring the high grade energon on the small cube with his fingers, unamused, "good."
He stated it again, he and Rattrap aren't a friend, allies? Maybe, they stable alot when stumbling upon each other as Optimus Primal ask, but just that's it.
It's a stubborn fitting, who would one achieve such an allies that isn't so important in his friend list, anything than bar, bar, bar, bar, and this stupid crampy small bar that half operating with payoff almost in debt. The only thing that it kept company was cause Rattrap, he brough his other allies or even him, just why me?
Rhinox was never meant to stumble each days with Rattrap, yet he listen to his shamble rant. He was never one to pry he loved to hear it, those bad puns and pounded jokes about is what keeping him sane.
"You can say you don't like though, don't worry I'll pay that," didn't wave his gaze away from his ooze, typical Rattrap. Rhinox shamelessly looking down at him, at the par of the cramp bar setting they sat together, the counter linger of small cube, music set tunes of human music. Rhinox never like them, Rattrap take it as his daily opinions but Rhinox know how bad Rattrap at lying, acknowledged his mumbling lyrics which he knew it was a human song, his latest song 'Dirty little secret' by The All American reject.
"I'm not a homeless for you to pay,"
"But I'm dragging you aft here so I would be ashame if you're the one who pay."
"I'm not the typical to rot for longer activists like yours."
A chuckle is a music to his ear, Rhinox beg to hear it, but one of his reason was why.
"Awh, such sweet of you, pretty chill since you never ranged out there to attract a lady before."
"Is that what you think of me?" It caught Rattrap and he took another sip of his cube, ramble unuttered words Rhinox couldn't clock off. It was way off for both of them.
Rattrap has been telling him this throughout their bar conversation, to which it met with silence.
But how could he denied? He never went out of his way pain in the aft job and talk to a femme like "want to go to know each other and after getting closer we should married?", it's too cliche of this short term life he had.
To which, Rhinox never care of romance. Heck why would it be that easy, or that something as workaholic and brode as him would miraculously happen with a spark bond. It's a boring genre.
Rattrap took his opportunity to glance at Rhinox, his dazed stir. It's always that fragging serious face. The counter of his serious look has always amazed him, even more he wishes he was as serious as Rhinox, a partypooper like him with tiny body doesn't belong to military.
"You're more precise than the rest of your allies," Rhinox continue, caught Rattrap off guard almost hurt his neck to look up at him. "Optimus had assure me that you would be a good assist to our group, your work has done tons of good storm despite your body," he said, bolder now as took a sip.
Rattrap smirk at the admission, he couldn't lie how he like to hear that (despite the sarcasm with joking height deform). Out of the blue is Rhinox reach out to his point of hardwork.
"Would work well with me without pitying me down of my small appearance."
"But that's the good thing,"
"Mhm," the conversation died down as they silent still, there is neither of them like to take it out as conversation. Rhinox isn't the mech to out of his job, while he likes it when Rattrap pulling him to this bar out of nowhere.
"I never seen you pulling a femme instead,"
"Was that necessary?"
"Oh, no, no, I've seen taking a mech better than femme. Last time was that guy that almost drawn you to interface before I stop him,"
"Hey! I told you not to talk about it again!"
"You're a fool, Rattrap."
"Atleast you gave in too." That give Rhinox a quite chuckle.
"I've never seen you hit a femme too,"
"Im not the type of romantic mate to seek."
"Mhm,"
"Was that a bigger thing to you too?" Rattrap didn't answer, taking a huge gallop on his drink,Rhinox watching as the neck cables drizzle with the drink flow.
Rattrap isn't aware, but Rhinox did as he look away, taking any environment on the bar in catchy thrill to his optics. Both of them are drunk enough to mutter another conversation.
"Don't you think Cheetor was too young?" Rhinox turn his look again, this time they're not as close as much as Rhinox wanted it.
"What?"
"Cheetor. The fearless leader recruited,"
"Yeah, that kid has a potential."
"But he was too young to contribute a group of us, let alone fighting the slagging Megatron."
"It's not my decision, Rattrap. Optimus think Cheetor had a potential himself, beside Cheetor had noone."
"I knew it! I just don't want a kid screwing around scrambling into my receiver and coded nonsense."
Rhinox continue to hear his ramble, It must've been the time Rattrap getting drunk right now. Lifted his servo to pat his helmet.
There's so much they could talk right now but Rhinox never think of himself to talk alot than Rattrap so he stay quite as Rattrap toss a turn on their conversation. It's been a quite night, the soft hum of the human music had resin his processor.
Maybe the music wasn't bad at all. When it's with his partner of course.