accidental video; early morning 4/17

[redshitlord]

[At some point in the early morning hours, your sleep is probably going to be assaulted with the sound of someone... singing? Also dancing, should you venture out of your room.]

[It's not a great dance. But it's a dance, all right. And probably wouldn't be that intrusive, if he weren't accidentally recording, and also weren't... you know...]

[Singing along. Loudly.]

[He's not a bad singer, somehow, but still. No one wants to hear a song like this before the proverbial sun comes up.]

[Sideswipe is oblivious, his giant robot headphones jammed onto his head, MP3 player in hand. Grooving to his spark's content in the hallway outside his room.]

Comments

[squadgoals]

Interesting. Can you ever change what you transform into, or is it something you're just born with? Feel like I'm getting a real education, here.

[redshitlord]

Kinda? I mean, I can be any racing kind of car I want to be, but not a heavy-hauler. Or a jet. I've got wheels for a reason.

[squadgoals]

What, just like that? So if I said a car model, and you knew it, you could transform into it?

[redshitlord]

Kiiiiinda?

I'd have to scan it. And it'd have to be a frame I could fit? Y'know?

[squadgoals]

I follow. Good stuff, though.

[She hops out, and gives Sideswipe (or, at least, the car) a smile]

I better get going. I'm still learning my new job, and I've been trying to pack in all the experience I can. It's been a blast, though — and if we ever end up docking at a racetrack? I'm counting on you to take first place.

[redshitlord]

[When she hops out, he transforms -- the better to show off that beaming grin.]

If we ever do, you've got a deal.

[Because WOW she seems like she believes in him and that's awesome.]

[squadgoals]

[Cybertronians are pretty cool man.

Chuckling, she turns, gives a final wave, and starts making her way back to the elevator.]

See you around, Sideswipe! Let me know when you finish your new room banner.

[redshitlord]

[This is where he flashes her a sloppy salute. He's seen it on TV. So it has to be accurate, right?]

Sure thing!

[squadgoals]

[The sloppy maneuver almost makes her laugh out loud. Instead, she turns around, snaps to attention, and energetically replies in kind, executing the kind of flawless salute that makes patriots tear up a little.]

Work on it, private!

[And with that, she slips into the elevator.]