((*whispers* I don't do much with my RP accounts and as a result sometimes the thought of deleting them occurs. *flees*))
((Sometimes when I think about how I won't RP interfacing on Tumblr, I wonder if I'm being silly.))
]
"Ah… anything…really. Cybertron mostly… I take what I can out of things I can find. I’ve been there a couple of times but I don’t really know much about it, ya know?"
"Oh! What sort of stuff do you want to know about...
"It's fine, Turbo. Seriously, I perform a lot for them and they pay me with free drinks, so my tab's basically a formality. If I'm using the right words. ANYWAY, I get tips from patrons and that's my credits-in-hand wage. And yeah I'm done for tonight. Danced for like, four hours. It was pretty awesome."
]
"Ah… anything…really. Cybertron mostly… I take what I can out of things I can find. I’ve been there a couple of times but I don’t really know much about it, ya know?"
"Oh! What sort of stuff do you want to know about Cybertron? I was sorta low...
"Oh yeah! Sorry about that, my bad." Smiling, he patted Turbo's arm. "You can have as many drinks as you like, by the way. I'll just put it on my tab."
"Well it wouldn’t be much of a hobby if I didn’t enjoy it, right?" he replied with a small chuckle. He took a sip of his own drink, and purred his engines happily. If he had less reservations he might actually debate getting slammed for once. It had been a rough day. "I just like learning about things. Reading for entertainment is fun, but I like something that will actually make me think. And no~ You’re not."
"Aaaah, so you’re one of those types of people. What sorta stuff do you like learning about? I’m all for dance moves and other stuff that makes me a better entertainer."
"Ah… anything…really. Cybertron mostly… I take what I can out of things I can find. I’ve been there a couple of times but I don’t really know much about it, ya know?"
"Oh! What sort of stuff do you want to know about Cybertron? I was sorta low class so I don't know about the upper echelons of society or anything, how they interacted anyway, but I could tell you some stuff?" He scooted a little further forward in his seat and rested his elbows on the table, and his chin on his interlaced fingers.
"Uh..I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it. " he began, the question catching him off guard. He gave the waiter a polite nod of acknowledgement and took a sip of his beverage to stall. He really didn’t know what to tell him.
He glanced down at the flower, claws playing about its edges idly ashe thought. “No I can’t say I have… I am a bit of a reader though. Though mostly the things I read would be considered boring, I’m pretty sure.
"Do you enjoy it, though?" Chakka asked curiously, sipping his drink and toying with his fingers. “‘Cause sure, it might be boring to someone, but it’s the most engaging thing in the world to someone else. ‘S why it exists in the first place, right? I mean, aside from law books as those are usually written from necessity but there’s always someone who finds it the most fascinating thing. Am I rambling too much?"
"Well it wouldn’t be much of a hobby if I didn’t enjoy it, right?" he replied with a small chuckle. He took a sip of his own drink, and purred his engines happily. If he had less reservations he might actually debate getting slammed for once. It had been a rough day. "I just like learning about things. Reading for entertainment is fun, but I like something that will actually make me think. And no~ You’re not."
"Aaaah, so you're one of those types of people. What sorta stuff do you like learning about? I'm all for dance moves and other stuff that makes me a better entertainer."
M!A Master Post
"If you could play any instrument, what would you play? I’d play one of those violin thingies, or the kalimba. Or maybe that other one I can’t remember the name of. That thing was AWESOME, mech, and if I can find the vid file again I’ll be sure to send it to you." He paused to smile at the waiter and pass them a tip, then promptly picked up his glass of engex and looked at Turbo, optics wide, eyebrows up, and smile warm. "What’re your hobbies? Oh! Do you read those comic thingies that organics make? There are lots of awesome ones. It’s so much more interesting than text and diagrams," he added, pulling a face. "Ugh."
"Uh..I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it. " he began, the question catching him off guard. He gave the waiter a polite nod of acknowledgement and took a sip of his beverage to stall. He really didn’t know what to tell him.
He glanced down at the flower, claws playing about its edges idly ashe thought. “No I can’t say I have… I am a bit of a reader though. Though mostly the things I read would be considered boring, I’m pretty sure.
"Do you enjoy it, though?" Chakka asked curiously, sipping his drink and toying with his fingers. "'Cause sure, it might be boring to someone, but it's the most engaging thing in the world to someone else. 'S why it exists in the first place, right? I mean, aside from law books as those are usually written from necessity but there's always someone who finds it the most fascinating thing. Am I rambling too much?"
"Nice to meet you, Turboblast!" he held out a hand and smiled brightly. "Out of curiosity, why aren’t you used to compliments? Your whole frame is gorgeous and you’ve got an awesome colour scheme. You look really smart, too," he added. "Hey, do you...
"If you could play any instrument, what would you play? I'd play one of those violin thingies, or the kalimba. Or maybe that other one I can't remember the name of. That thing was AWESOME, mech, and if I can find the vid file again I'll be sure to send it to you." He paused to smile at the waiter and pass them a tip, then promptly picked up his glass of engex and looked at Turbo, optics wide, eyebrows up, and smile warm. "What're your hobbies? Oh! Do you read those comic thingies that organics make? There are lots of awesome ones. It's so much more interesting than text and diagrams," he added, pulling a face. "Ugh."
"Nice to meet you, Turboblast!" he held out a hand and smiled brightly. "Out of curiosity, why aren’t you used to compliments? Your whole frame is gorgeous and you’ve got an awesome colour scheme. You look really smart, too," he added. "Hey, do you like energon sticks?...
"I'm a performer. An entertainer!" he said, smiling enthusiastically. "I do a bit of dancing, do a few magic tricks.... I'm planning to learn how to do engravings and install biolights at some point so I can do that too. I'd actually like to play some instruments too, so I can offer that party service as well, but I haven't had the time yet. Do you play any instruments?"
"Alrighty." On their way to the booth, he tapped a server’s shoulder and murmured the order to them. When they reached the booth, he sat down heavily on the seat and stretched. "Mmmmm~ Nice. Usually these seats are snapped up quickly. Guess people wanted to be out...
"Nice to meet you, Turboblast!" he held out a hand and smiled brightly. "Out of curiosity, why aren't you used to compliments? Your whole frame is gorgeous and you've got an awesome colour scheme. You look really smart, too," he added. "Hey, do you like energon sticks? I've got a few, if you want some while we wait?" He held out a box, shaking it enticingly. "They're good, I promise." He shook one out and popped it into his own mouth, letting it stick out almost like a cygar.
"Alrighty." On their way to the booth, he tapped a server’s shoulder and murmured the order to them. When they reached the booth, he sat down heavily on the seat and stretched. "Mmmmm~ Nice. Usually these seats are snapped up quickly. Guess people wanted to be out...
"Nice to meet you, Turboblast!" he held out a hand and smiled brightly. "Out of curiosity, why aren't you used to compliments? Your whole frame is gorgeous and you've got an awesome colour scheme. You look really smart, too," he added. "Hey, do you like energon sticks? I've got a few, if you want some while we wait?" He held out a box, shaking it enticingly. "They're good, I promise." He shook one out and popped it into his own mouth, letting it stick out almost like a cygar.
((Anyone wanna RP? *rolls* I could write the starter, or if you mention me in the post you could? Whatever you like.))
"I'm in the market for a giant dildo. Pink is preferable."
"Uh.... Whoa now. There's a kid present," he huffed, having clapped his hands over Berk's audials and turned his head. "Anyways, I haven't experimented much with that sorta stuff, but supposedly the Corpus Negotiatoribus do, so maybe they can help you out. Good luck, dude."
.
Smiling brightly, Chakka shot both fists up into the air. “Excellent! So what’ll you have?” he asked. “I don’t mind paying for any additives you might like in your drinks, so long as it’s not the illegal stuff, y’know? So like, rust flakes or platinum ore or whatever.”...
"Alrighty." On their way to the booth, he tapped a server's shoulder and murmured the order to them. When they reached the booth, he sat down heavily on the seat and stretched. "Mmmmm~ Nice. Usually these seats are snapped up quickly. Guess people wanted to be out where they could properly see the show this time." Looking at Turbo, he tilted his head. "I'm Chakka, by the way. What's your name, mister handsome? Just so I can put a name to the memory, y'know." Shifting, he rested his chin on his forearms, studying Turbo's face. "Whoever designed you?" He held up his hand and curled his index finger to touch his thumb while his other fingers stayed upright. "They knew what they were doing. Wait, do those sorts of compliments make you uncomfortable? I swear I'm not trying to, but if I am, I promise I'll stop."
"Are you sure? I mean, I know how much a person can look forward to a drink, especially if they have a self imposed cap on how many they can have. I’ll seriously buy you another if you like. There’s no catch, I promise."
Well… Turboblast was never really one to turn...
Smiling brightly, Chakka shot both fists up into the air. "Excellent! So what'll you have?" he asked. "I don't mind paying for any additives you might like in your drinks, so long as it's not the illegal stuff, y'know? So like, rust flakes or platinum ore or whatever." He looked around, then pointed to a booth with an optional curtain for privacy. "Wanna hang there? Should be pretty comfortable."
Chakka held up a finger in the universal ‘one second’ gesture, then took out a crystal and quickly squeezed it, forming it into a flower, and offered it with an apologetic smile. “Here. Sorry about the drink. Would you allow me...
"Are you sure? I mean, I know how much a person can look forward to a drink, especially if they have a self imposed cap on how many they can have. I'll seriously buy you another if you like. There's no catch, I promise."