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ficlet: Silly robots in snow
It's really weird to see the Internet going on like normal right now. It feels like the whole world should be cold and dismal and ravaged by the storm, even though I know that can't be true. Could be a long time before power comes back in my house. A long, cold time.
Sideswipe shivers once, just hard enough to knock the thick wet snow from his side windows.
"You really don't know how to be subtle," Jolt comms, even though they're right next to each other in a parking lot with not a single human in sensor-distance, which was the only reason Sideswipe did it to begin with.
"The sun melted it off," Sideswipe comms back, making sure to tuck in his mid-frequency amusement. Jolt answers with a wordless tone of his own laughter; he rolls forward just enough to compress snow under his tires with a squeak.
"Now who's fidgeting?" Sideswipe tucks his tires in a little to dip his rear end, slush sliding off to plop on the pavement. He doesn't mind the cold - it's the wet he can't stand. The warming sun really isn't helping in that regard.
Jolt is feeling itchy too - he pops open a door, as quietly as he does anything, and nudges it open carefully, gently -
"If you touch me," Sideswipe says cheerfully, "I am ripping that off of you."
The door slams shut in a hurry.
Ratchet's sirens blare to life behind them, making them both jump embarrassingly - "If you two are quite done," he comms with his usual low-frequency annoyance, "we're cleared to meet up with Ironhide and Arcee."
"He started it," Sideswipe says. A blue door smacks his sidepanel.
It doesn't leave a mark, but he has fun chasing Jolt in sliding circles around the parking lot anyhow.
Sideswipe shivers once, just hard enough to knock the thick wet snow from his side windows.
"You really don't know how to be subtle," Jolt comms, even though they're right next to each other in a parking lot with not a single human in sensor-distance, which was the only reason Sideswipe did it to begin with.
"The sun melted it off," Sideswipe comms back, making sure to tuck in his mid-frequency amusement. Jolt answers with a wordless tone of his own laughter; he rolls forward just enough to compress snow under his tires with a squeak.
"Now who's fidgeting?" Sideswipe tucks his tires in a little to dip his rear end, slush sliding off to plop on the pavement. He doesn't mind the cold - it's the wet he can't stand. The warming sun really isn't helping in that regard.
Jolt is feeling itchy too - he pops open a door, as quietly as he does anything, and nudges it open carefully, gently -
"If you touch me," Sideswipe says cheerfully, "I am ripping that off of you."
The door slams shut in a hurry.
Ratchet's sirens blare to life behind them, making them both jump embarrassingly - "If you two are quite done," he comms with his usual low-frequency annoyance, "we're cleared to meet up with Ironhide and Arcee."
"He started it," Sideswipe says. A blue door smacks his sidepanel.
It doesn't leave a mark, but he has fun chasing Jolt in sliding circles around the parking lot anyhow.