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Sideswipe frowned when he realized he’d brought his brother’s attention to his current hygienic state. There’d likely be no more recharging until the golden mech was clean, now. 

It was then that Sideswipe looked down at his own frame, and saw what the contact with his brother had done to him. He ceased rubbing Sunstreaker’s ears and promptly smacked him. “Afthole, look what you’ve done to me. I spent two cycles polishing last night before I fell into recharge, and you’ve wasted every klik.” Suddenly shifting to sit up, he pulled his brother up with him. “Up you get. We’re taking a shower.”

Question left unanswered, the hit pulled an instant snarl from Sunstreaker’s vocals, his plating clamping down defensively as denta bared in threat. Messy or not, reunited or not, he held no qualms about picking a fight. Jerking his arm free, the gold mech hisses, “Oh, go frag yourself. I drove from some slagging placed called the ‘Arctic Circle’ for days with no refueling, hit an organic, have enough salt in my undercarriage to be a mine and just when I think slag is getting good, you have to be a glitch.”

Sideswipe wasn’t intimidated by his brother’s display. If a fight occurred, then a fight occurred. It wasn’t like anything would ever come of it. Both of the twins knew enough to hold back. It wasn’t like either of them wanted to actually injure the other one, right? At least, Sideswipe hoped Sunstreaker thought of it that way.

"Right, I’m the glitch. Sure. I’m positive you’d be an absolute angel if I ever did that to you. Aft.”

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It was him. It was really, truly Sunstreaker. He almost regretted speaking, waking his brother from his slumber. As he studied his brother, he came to the disconcerting realization that Sunny was filthy. If he was tired enough to fall into recharge before getting himself cleaned off, it meant that he needed a good, long recharge.

Sideswipe kept up the rubbing, knowing from past experience that his brother enjoyed it, but otherwise ceased all movements. “I’m sorry, Sunny. I’m just really glad to see you. Please, get some recharge. You need it. And when you awaken, I’m taking you for a shower.”

He looked at his brother’s face, and smiled. After everyone and everything that had been taken away from him by this stupid war, to receive back the one person that mattered more than life itself, it almost made it all worth it.

Oh no. The word. That single word that had optics onlining and the gold mech’s helm turning to look down at his own filthy frame in distaste. The word that had faceplates twisting with disgust. “… I hit an organic at one point.”  Between his own words and the petting, it was enough for Sunstreaker’s plating to ruffle up. “…It’s still on me.”

That pulled a low purr into a deadly snarl, Sunstreaker’s helm turning to keep with those fingers, but also butt against his other half’s chassis. “…You’re also not red anymore. Why? I liked the carmine red.”

Sideswipe frowned when he realized he’d brought his brother’s attention to his current hygienic state. There’d likely be no more recharging until the golden mech was clean, now. 

It was then that Sideswipe looked down at his own frame, and saw what the contact with his brother had done to him. He ceased rubbing Sunstreaker’s ears and promptly smacked him. “Afthole, look what you’ve done to me. I spent two cycles polishing last night before I fell into recharge, and you’ve wasted every klik.” Suddenly shifting to sit up, he pulled his brother up with him. “Up you get. We’re taking a shower.”

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In a sense, Sideswipe had felt something was different the entire night. By the time Sunstreaker was close enough for it to feel like a pull, however, Sideswipe had been drained of his energy, and had fallen into a peaceful recharge.

The proximity of his brother had a bizarre effect on the silver-plated mech’s recharge cycle, as well. His dreams, normally scattered and often negative, shifted that night, became clearer, more positive. He didn’t dream of peace, either, his dreams were filled to the brim with memories of his brother, of all the times they’d played together, sparred together, gotten into real combat together.

He was deeply recharging when his brother turned him over, halfway stifling the loud snoring. A smile formed on his face plates, but otherwise, he remained physically unmoved.

Until, that was, several hours later, when Sideswipe awakened for the next morning, and realized someone had joined him in the night. He turned, and his hopeful suspicions were confirmed.

Tears began forming in his optics, and he reached up a servo, the one that hadn’t spent the night in blade form, and began rubbing at Sunstreaker’s fins. Whispering, he said, “You’re real… you’re really real…”

The glitch touching him had at least taken a proper route to do so. Recharge had snuck up on the gold mech cycles ago, the exhaustion of his travels having led to the moment of pushing his frame til his spark had been satisfied. While it certainly wasn’t enough for a proper defrag cycles to pass, it had been better than nothing.

Whether by spark closeness or simply familiarity, the light touch only prompted Sunstreaker’s helm to turn as his frame slowly worked its way back online; his engine starting to hitch into a deep, rumbling purr.

A few silent kliks, til the gold frontliner’s own vocals rumbled back, arms clinging and fingers digging into silver plating, “And you’re an aft. Quit wiggling, fragger.”

It was him. It was really, truly Sunstreaker. He almost regretted speaking, waking his brother from his slumber. As he studied his brother, he came to the disconcerting realization that Sunny was filthy. If he was tired enough to fall into recharge before getting himself cleaned off, it meant that he needed a good, long recharge.

Sideswipe kept up the rubbing, knowing from past experience that his brother enjoyed it, but otherwise ceased all movements. “I’m sorry, Sunny. I’m just really glad to see you. Please, get some recharge. You need it. And when you awaken, I’m taking you for a shower.”

He looked at his brother’s face, and smiled. After everyone and everything that had been taken away from him by this stupid war, to receive back the one person that mattered more than life itself, it almost made it all worth it.

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At that point on most nights, Sideswipe could be found polishing his blades, and that was what he had started the night by doing. However, that night, he’d been particularly tired, and thus, with one blade exposed, the polisher in his other servo, Sideswipe had fallen into recharge on his large berth, one pede hanging down past the edge of the berth. His helm was drooped off to the right as he snored loudly enough to be heard outside his quarters.

Night. What a horribly unblessed time. It wasn’t enough that at least the day time creatures had gone into hiding, but the night ones had decided to stick their nasty, little olfactory sensors out. Honestly, Sunstreaker could have gone without hitting that primus damned grey creature four states ago.This place was already disgusting, though, he had least left the coldness of the north in his travels. 

He could live without ever seeing salt again. Nevermind his frame of choice did poorly on icy roads. His poor undercarriage.

What kept the frontliner moving, was the pull. A horrid, glitch of a pain set deep in his chassis. The tug of his spark, calling for it’s other half. Whether a bless or a curse was still to be determined. At the moment, it was more than an irritating, itchy curse; it far more a blessing when it’s other half lay close, especially in battle.

It was also the pull that had the dangerous, gold mech snarling. Of all the pit-spawned places to end up. Earth. An organic planet full of dust and decay. Yet still, even with all his snarling and biting swears, Sunstreaker would follow the guidance in his spark til time ran out.

Closer and closer he seemed to move, disgruntled, dirty and more than grumpy, did he chase the pull of his spark; even as it led him to switch forms and enter a questionable space. Sure enough, the pull didn’t lie; it never had. And there, sprawled and already irritating his audials, was it’s other half.

"You. Are a glitch." His vocalizer growled out softly, icy optics glaring at the prone, recharging form. Anger or not, filth or not, it wouldn’t stop the golden mech from moving closer, not caring about shoving the silver frame around and streaking his other half with soil and mud so Sunstreaker could bury his own frame into familiar backplating with a huff of his vents.

In a sense, Sideswipe had felt something was different the entire night. By the time Sunstreaker was close enough for it to feel like a pull, however, Sideswipe had been drained of his energy, and had fallen into a peaceful recharge.

The proximity of his brother had a bizarre effect on the silver-plated mech’s recharge cycle, as well. His dreams, normally scattered and often negative, shifted that night, became clearer, more positive. He didn’t dream of peace, either, his dreams were filled to the brim with memories of his brother, of all the times they’d played together, sparred together, gotten into real combat together.

He was deeply recharging when his brother turned him over, halfway stifling the loud snoring. A smile formed on his face plates, but otherwise, he remained physically unmoved.

Until, that was, several hours later, when Sideswipe awakened for the next morning, and realized someone had joined him in the night. He turned, and his hopeful suspicions were confirmed.

Tears began forming in his optics, and he reached up a servo, the one that hadn’t spent the night in blade form, and began rubbing at Sunstreaker’s fins. Whispering, he said, “You’re real… you’re really real…”

Something Out Of A Dream || Sides and Sunny || deadlydandelion

At that point on most nights, Sideswipe could be found polishing his blades, and that was what he had started the night by doing. However, that night, he’d been particularly tired, and thus, with one blade exposed, the polisher in his other servo, Sideswipe had fallen into recharge on his large berth, one pede hanging down past the edge of the berth. His helm was drooped off to the right as he snored loudly enough to be heard outside his quarters.

Out of Bot

my friends are so much better than your friends

MY FRIEND MADE ME A SUNSTREAKER BLOG

obvious incoming starter is obvious

Out of Bot:

I know everyone loves the greeters, but they’re becoming somewhat burdensome.

I did 24 or so greeters last night to catch up, but gained 13 followers since then. I think… I’ll do greeters:

  • If the mood/idea strikes me
  • If you’re a blog for a character I’m dying to interact with
  • If you request one
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"They told me you were dead. Optimus doesn’t lie." He skated over towards the other, placing a hand on Ratchet’s shoulder plating. "This is real. You’re here. I don’t have to go back to that know-nothing replacement medic!” Without further hesitation, Sideswipe threw his arms around the other mech.

Ratchet was not expecting that hug at all “Well, I was very close to going offline so its understandable.” Although he wasn’t expecting it, he did accept the hug “So who exactly is this replacement medic?”

"Some human piece of slag." He pulled away from the hug, and said, "Last time he gave me a check up, it took me seven hours to detail myself to the point of being able to show my face around base. He scratches paint and ruins finishes for fun, I think. He’s not at all like you, you’re careful, you’re perfect. I promise, from this point on, you’ll never have to throw a wrench at me again.”

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"I don’t think I can bring myself to explain it to her. I mean, there are days I cry just thinking about that mech." He looked at Epps, and asked, "Have you ever lost your entire family? ‘Cause with Sunny gone, that’s exactly what’s happened."

His shoulders drew together and he gave a bit of a nod. “Since I lost my mama, yeah. My entire family.” and now he’d lost what little family he had at N.E.S.T, the only semi-real family he’d ever had. “The world is cruel man.” He gave a brief shake of his head, trying to wipe the memories of death from his mind as he stood there in the presence of one of his closest companions.

Nodding somberly, he said, “That’s one thing we have in common, then. I mean, Lennox knows pain, but he’s still got Annabelle… what do we have?”

He paused, and a thought occurred to him. “Come with me. Live with Lennox and I. We can be a family.”

Epps gave the mech a dumbstruck look. Move in? With them? He’d not thought of actually moving in with anyone since the death of his last family. Would he even be ready to shove all his shit in storage and make that sort of move? Probably not, but looking at the eagerness of the silver mech made his shoulders slump. “A’ight.” He said simply pondering over how he’d manage to get Lennox to allow his dog. “But my dog comes with me, so if anyone has any allergies I should probably know now before I, ya know, move.” Flex had been his mother’s guard dog, and they had mourned her together. He’d been Epps’ only friend for a long time that nest had disbanded. “Other than that sure.” He offered a half-assed smile to the bot.

He looked at the other, a genuine smile on his faceplates. He nodded, and said, “I mean, I don’t see how that would be a problem. I don’t think Annabelle’s got any allergies to dogs.” Sideswipe shrugged. “I just hate to think of any of my old war buddies as being alone. It’s half of why I decided to latch onto Will.”

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((So if I posted an open in which Sunny crash lands on Earth, would anyone respond?))

((I’m taking this as a no… I’ll just hold onto that idea…))

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