Wheeljack (
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themainframe2013-05-23 01:14 pm
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[Little by little, Wheeljack was starting to get the hang of this 'human' thing. Wearing clothes was still a hassle that his Gazimon had to force him into everyday, but at least he was presentable in public now. And the biggest thing of all? Eating. Eating was a very good thing. The only downside was...you had to do it. Multiple times.
A day.
Not to mention that Wheeljack has...what most people would call a 'bottomless pit' of a stomach. So when it comes to eating time...the portions are big.
The D-Terminal clicks on, showing it's been dropped (again), bringing Wheeljack and You into view. They seem to be sitting on the sidewalk curb, the larger one holding a paper bag, probably from a near fast food place. You seems to have a burger in her hands, inspecting it.]
What do you mean I only get one?!
Sorry, You, the other six are for me. I bought em. I divide 'em up.
Hey! I thought this was 50/50! I deserve at least three!
[Wheeljack doesn't seem to be listening at this point, taking a burger out of the bag and munching it. Hellooo favourite food. Although his expression doesn't really change, watching people walk by as he continues to eat.]
Ugh, you're such an idiot.
Ya might wanna pick that thing up.
[He nods to the feed, to which Gazimon looks at it in surprise.]
Oh! Oops!
A day.
Not to mention that Wheeljack has...what most people would call a 'bottomless pit' of a stomach. So when it comes to eating time...the portions are big.
The D-Terminal clicks on, showing it's been dropped (again), bringing Wheeljack and You into view. They seem to be sitting on the sidewalk curb, the larger one holding a paper bag, probably from a near fast food place. You seems to have a burger in her hands, inspecting it.]
What do you mean I only get one?!
Sorry, You, the other six are for me. I bought em. I divide 'em up.
Hey! I thought this was 50/50! I deserve at least three!
[Wheeljack doesn't seem to be listening at this point, taking a burger out of the bag and munching it. Hellooo favourite food. Although his expression doesn't really change, watching people walk by as he continues to eat.]
Ugh, you're such an idiot.
Ya might wanna pick that thing up.
[He nods to the feed, to which Gazimon looks at it in surprise.]
Oh! Oops!
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You know if I knew for a fact that you weren't, I'd mistake you for a viking with that kind of appetite.
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But...he'll just lean over to You, muttering.]
What's a viking.
Big, strong, tough guys that destroy ships.
Got it.
I could be.
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[He raises a brow at that, unable to quite catch the whispers.]
Well then what tribe are you from?
[Gomamon sighs loudly, dropping his head onto Hiccup's shoulder. He can forsee this being a long conversation.]
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[That's a tribe, right?]
[You rolls her eyes, giving Gomamon a sympathetic look through the feed. This is what she has to deal with. All the time.]
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You must be from some place other than Berk then, huh?
[Hiccup can't tell at this point if he's humoring him or not.]
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That is, of course, until they see that Wheeljack is eating SIX burgers.]
I can't help but feel I should be offended by this...
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He'll just point a finger at him as they eat.]
Cow, right? I think that's what humans call them.
[You can only facepalm.]
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Uh, bull.
[Because that's clearly all that matters.]
How about you move it? We could've trampled You, and I actually like her.
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[Kind of. Wheeljack looks at the rest of the sidewalk, then back to Bullmon, taking another bite of burger.]
Walk around.
Wait...is that you, Buck Goodman?
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At first he was going to walk on by and go back to attempting to build something that might get a signal in this place or actually sleep more then an hour or so, but there's only so many times you can stare at electrical guts with only a digimon as company. So instead he decides to be social and plops down near the other bag opened as a peace offering and showing the candy and other snack food as peace offering.
Before fishing out a can of soda and taking a swig.]
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as he holds out his own to him. It's only fair.]
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So anything interesting happening on this piece of pavement yet?
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Only if ya find kids who probably can't even lift a crowbar runnin' around with an army of fuzzies 'interestin'.
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Hey Jackie, got lunch already?
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Wait, how come he gets to get one then!
Partner.
But I'm your partner, too!
[Wheeljack just takes another bite.]
's diffrnt.
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Thanks, Jackie.
[Hope you don't mind him joining you on the curb as he sits down.]
Could I have one?
Up ta Jackie. But yeah, we been partners long before we ever met you two.
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Anytime.
[Not at all. Beats the company he's got. When Ryudamon asks for one, though, he's less inclined to give one, instead looking over to You and reaching down, tearing the burger in half.]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Sharing.
[He gives the half to Ryudamon.]
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So I'm not the only one...
I already told you Kissass, it's all in the math.
Zero out of ten snack cakes isn't a fair ratio!
But it is a ratio. Besides, I did let you have the box. Animals like those kinds of random things right?
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See? He gets it.
He's just as stupid as you!!
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Nah, wasn't really feeling that comeback. Feel free to try again. [Prodding more.]
So, six burgers in one sitting. Pretty good for an amateur.
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Amateur, huh? What's the record?
[Because he smells a challenge.]
Oh no...
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I tried to tell him that, believe me.
I've elected to ignore it.
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And I keep in shape, kid.
[You just slides a claw over her face, trying to explain.]
If there's one thing he needs a regimen for, it's attitude adjustment!
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