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Mun is 21+, MDNI. Proship DNI. May write suggestive and darker themes.
My Brainstorm is post-universe jump! His behaviour is influenced by certain things that have happened after that.
I'm nervous about writing him here. Patience is appreciated ♥
@rodimisms ( Amber optics are bright, even as his hands are shooed away. It can't be seen, but there's a big grin underneath that faceplate. )
You're asking 𝘮𝘦 why I have devices that can do amazing things like break time and space? C'mon now, Rodders. You know me better than that!
@rodimisms It could be worse, ( he points out, a single digit doing just that action towards the ceiling. ) We could've gotten stuck in an infinite time loop where nothing makes sense. Imagine it: the same paperwork every day, forever!
( He raises his hands and wiggles his digits. Spooky!)
@rodimisms ( He hoists himself up onto the berth alongside him, after casually brushing an obstructing fidget aside. Rodimus loves them. Can’t break them.
Once he’s seated, his helm turns to regard his friend. )
Sounds like you were just bored as hell, then. Avoiding paperwork again?
@rodimisms Hah! You know I never disappoint, ( comes his immediate response, as he tries his best to ignore the thought that maybe he does come across a little too eager. But he really was just a couple hallways away, and he’s been enjoying getting up to no good with him lately. )
@rodimisms I don't know whether the fact that we clearly share coping strategies should concern me or not, ( he comments with some level of amusement. He leans casually against the berth, perhaps with an unusual level of familiarity. )
So why 𝘥𝘪𝘥 you put up that post, then?
@rodimisms ( Brainstorm beams as he's playfully shoved, looking a little more than pleased with himself and offering no resistance whatsoever. He follows his friend further inside his hab, optics trailing over the myriad items strewn about the place. )
@rodimisms Don't praise me, the burden of genius is one I must carry alone, ( he sighs dramatically. Then he suddenly drops back into a normal stance, amusement in amber optics but an optic ridge raised questioningly. )
So what were you gonna do if more people than just me showed up?
@rodimisms Whoa! And I didn't even study for it, ( Brainstorm replies, a mock-boastful tone that is barely distinguishable from his usual, genuine one. He puffs out his chassis and throws his helm back, planting the back of his hand on his forehelm and throwing the other one up to the sky.)
@rodimisms Cheers, Rodders, ( he replies jovially as he drops down into a crouch and sets the box down with a metallic 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨. Then he immediately springs back up, swiping his hands together as though he's dusting them off before turning and planting them on his hips. )
So! Fill me in?
@rodimisms Oh, don't mind this, ( the weapons' engineer casually responds, clearly referring to the giant metal box in his arms. ) I was picking up a subspace shipment when I saw your post. Things I need for the workshop and whatnot. No big deal. Mind if I put it down somewhere? It's heavy.
@rodimisms I was already like, two hallways away, but if believing that I’m so desperate to visit you helps you recharge at night feel free to hold onto it! Anyway, open the door. My hands are full.