8th Shot Fired [video]

[oneeyedterror]

[Look, it's everyone's favourite one eyed 12 year old girl who is actually a 4 million year old robot dude!

... and it looks like as he's talking to you all? Jetstream is braiding his hair, and it doesn't look like Whirl is stopping the digimon.]

Look, I kinda get that humans don't live too long and all that scrap. But you guys make up a lot of frikking reasons to have parties. And some of them are really silly, [Jetstream sort of tugs on his hair, which gets an ow.] no offense to like. Roze and her year party.

[Cause he likes Roze, but everyone else?]

Like "birthdays". Just have a frikking party because you want to, really.

[Another hair yank followed by another ow, and a huff.]

Or just think of something frikking better to celebrate.

[And then he adds, as almost like an after thought.]

Oh yeah and that annoying slagheap Misfire doesn't seem to be here anymore. Frikking pity, really.

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[oneeyedterror]

[Pffft. Roze you're not going to sell Whirl on anything female.

In fact Jetstream finally speaks up, cause she's been listening in this whole time.]

Miss Roze, it's hard enough to get Miss Whirl to bathe let alone wear something that wasn't what she showed up. It's only very recently she's let me do her hair.

[Whirl huffs] That's cause it makes you happy that I let you do it. And my confidence is perfectly fine.

[fullofthorns]

You just don't wanna hang out, then. [ she remarks, cocking a brow imperiously. ]

I see how it is.

[oneeyedterror]

I'm going to your slagging year party. [SIGH.]

And we can hang out whenever, not like I'm doing anything important.

[fullofthorns]

I'll hold you to that. We don't hang out enough, really. Always some stupid shit happening. Can't get a fuckin' minute to BREATHE.

[ She glares at several of the papers before balling one up and throwing it across the room irritably. ]

[oneeyedterror]

Yeah yeah. You sure you don't need like, any kind of help?

[He's not the type to offer to help Roze, it's a fragging Christmas Miracle.]

[fullofthorns]

Loads, honestly, if you're up for it. Building, painting, decorating, cooking, running stalls. You name it, there's always room for more hands.

[ She arches a brow, looking down at her papers, then back up. ]

Whatcha wanna do, huh? You only drag in the salvage, or you up to building something?

[oneeyedterror]

[Ok that actually makes him think, and he sort of looks down at his hands and frowns.]

Eh, I'm better at wrecking scrap more than building anything. [And there is a subtle elbow jab to just stop Jetstream from saying anything.]

I guess I could paint or something like that. Or heavy lifting if you need it.

[fullofthorns]

Hm. I can use help everywhere. If you nca, I'd like you to maybe talk to the kids around the area too? Might not be my best idea, but you'er an adult that looks like a kid. Think you can get some of the kids on board? make 'em feel useful and get 'em into the spirit of things?

You can start a little army of brats, order them around, build an empire of first gen, squishy Wreckers. It'll be great.

[oneeyedterror]

... If you want a bunch of squishy kidlets you want Wheeljack. He's the one putting human kids in the Wreckers.

[WHICH WHIRL DOES NOT APPROVE OF.]

But I'll see what I can do for ya, okay?

[fullofthorns]

I don't think I've ever actually met Wheeljack, y'know. You and Miss Muffet are the only bots that have given me the time of day.

Anyways...

Sounds good, man. And I'm glad to see you again at length. I don't take my friendships lightly. Shit has just...been nuts.

If you've got questions, talk to Princess or Silver. They're headin' up a lot of stuff.

[oneeyedterror]

I'll try and introduce you. He's a fellow Wrecker and a... Friend.

[There was some kind of hesitation there, he's not the type to admit friendships so easily.]

Yeah, yeah. That and me getting my aft kicked so much and then dying didn't help on my end at least.

[... Princess and Silver. He has no idea who they are, but he nods as if he DOES KNOW.]

[fullofthorns]

Honestly I'm just glad you weren't there for my debacle. Fuckin' humiliating. Anyways, sure. I'd love to meet 'im. A friend of yours is alright in my book.

[ She smiles brightly, shooting a finger gun at the screen and clicking her tongue. ]

Call me if you need anything, alright? Otherwise just pop over to the park and help wherever you see needs helpin'. Princess and Silver will have all the plans and paperwork.

[oneeyedterror]

Uh... right.

[He got to see her digimon ask for help, though.]

Will do, Pinky. Will do.