greyliliy:

Anonymous asked you: I really enjoy your writting, and always eager to see more of it no matter what the scenario ^^ Though I’m wondering if you’d write about the Scavengers? Something involving Fulcrum & Misfire would be interesting.

(This got fluffy on me. Real quick. Blame Misfire. Rated PG for references to interfacing.)

Misfire jumped off the ledge.

It had been a whooping, hollering, full fledged run to the edge of a cliff side where he leapt off as if he were born to fly. The idiot. just because they were made of metal didn’t mean they’d survive a fall like that! Fulcrum dove to the side, horrific thoughts of Misfire’s maroon body slamming into the ground and–his companion transformed and flew up into the air again. Fulcrum slapped himself in the face. Right.

“Misfire is a jet,” Fulcrum said to himself, smacking his lips together and feeling as dumb as Spinster.

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beautiful. that was just… so beautiful…