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Hi, everyone! My name is Riptide, and welcome to what I, personally, have come to lovingly call Jack-- er... to be named!
[he's speaking very quietly, despite the enthusiasm and astute viewers may note that he's in the observation deck, crouched in a corner.]
Today's episode is focused on how long I can record Tailgate and Megatron doing something embarrassing before they notice! You'd be surprised how often this happens, despite the weird weary old man image Megatron has going. Anyway, let's see...
[the camera angle is skewed slightly as he leans over out from his little hiding place. it doesn't take too long to refocus on the odd pair sitting a little way across the deck and level out.]
Oh!
[Tailgate canāt suppress a giggle as his hands tingle.]
That tickles!
[How they came to be here is anyoneās guess, but the feed opens up to Tailgate and Megatron on the observation deck. This in itself isnāt particularly interesting or unusual, but what stands out is that they seem to be holding hands. Their sheer size difference, Megatron being the great dane to Tailgateās chihuahua, makes this setup a little awkward. Even while crouching, Megatron completely dwarfs Tailgate in every way possible. However, Tailgate doesnāt seem to mind.]
Did that sayā¦ umā¦ The Lost Light isā¦ no I lost it.
Landing. The word is landing. The verbs tend to feel like this-
[His fingers, interlaced with Tailgateās, shift slightly, lightly pushing on the small wrist of the Autobotās hand to repeat the word. He then begins to repeat the sentence contained within the gesture.]
Landing on....
[His thumbs move over, the right hand shifting to a position nearly enclosing Tailgateās hand entirely. His movements are slow and deliberate. Even someone Tailgateās size was easier to speak hand with than Ravageās paws, but since the Autobot was learning, he exaggerated each word.]
Landing onā¦ Cybertron! Er, right?
Okay, now itās my turn. Hmm...
[His brow furrows with concentration. This isnāt the first time Tailgateās done this sort of thing, he used to do it with Getaway from time to time, but he finds it a little harder with Megatronās hands so enormously big. Though unseen by the camera, Tailgate shifts his hands and fingers so he can, haltingly, send his own message.
You are my fusspot.
And with that he beams up at Megatron, obviously pleased with himself.]
Did I get that right? I hope I said that you were my friend and not that you were my most hated enemy or something. Though, I guess as an Autobot thatās technically true.
[The tug at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggest otherwise. If Tailgate pays attention enough - he may notice he almost prompted a smile.]
No, you would save that word for someone you find moreā¦ irritating. This is what you want.
[His hands shift again. The motions were nearly identical - save for the last word - which he corrects.]
Ah! Friendship tickles.
[Tailgate focuses on that word, memorising everything about it. It is, after all, the most important word in his vocabulary. He repeats it back to Megatron again, properly this time.]
[Megatronās hands stop. The ease from his face leaves as something catches his attention, mouth narrowing into a thin frown. He looks up directly at the camera.]
...Ah.
[listen hard enough and you'll pinpoint the exact moment riptide accepts his death.]
[he's speaking very quietly, despite the enthusiasm and astute viewers may note that he's in the observation deck, crouched in a corner.]
Today's episode is focused on how long I can record Tailgate and Megatron doing something embarrassing before they notice! You'd be surprised how often this happens, despite the weird weary old man image Megatron has going. Anyway, let's see...
[the camera angle is skewed slightly as he leans over out from his little hiding place. it doesn't take too long to refocus on the odd pair sitting a little way across the deck and level out.]
Oh!
[Tailgate canāt suppress a giggle as his hands tingle.]
That tickles!
[How they came to be here is anyoneās guess, but the feed opens up to Tailgate and Megatron on the observation deck. This in itself isnāt particularly interesting or unusual, but what stands out is that they seem to be holding hands. Their sheer size difference, Megatron being the great dane to Tailgateās chihuahua, makes this setup a little awkward. Even while crouching, Megatron completely dwarfs Tailgate in every way possible. However, Tailgate doesnāt seem to mind.]
Did that sayā¦ umā¦ The Lost Light isā¦ no I lost it.
Landing. The word is landing. The verbs tend to feel like this-
[His fingers, interlaced with Tailgateās, shift slightly, lightly pushing on the small wrist of the Autobotās hand to repeat the word. He then begins to repeat the sentence contained within the gesture.]
Landing on....
[His thumbs move over, the right hand shifting to a position nearly enclosing Tailgateās hand entirely. His movements are slow and deliberate. Even someone Tailgateās size was easier to speak hand with than Ravageās paws, but since the Autobot was learning, he exaggerated each word.]
Landing onā¦ Cybertron! Er, right?
Okay, now itās my turn. Hmm...
[His brow furrows with concentration. This isnāt the first time Tailgateās done this sort of thing, he used to do it with Getaway from time to time, but he finds it a little harder with Megatronās hands so enormously big. Though unseen by the camera, Tailgate shifts his hands and fingers so he can, haltingly, send his own message.
You are my fusspot.
And with that he beams up at Megatron, obviously pleased with himself.]
Did I get that right? I hope I said that you were my friend and not that you were my most hated enemy or something. Though, I guess as an Autobot thatās technically true.
[The tug at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggest otherwise. If Tailgate pays attention enough - he may notice he almost prompted a smile.]
No, you would save that word for someone you find moreā¦ irritating. This is what you want.
[His hands shift again. The motions were nearly identical - save for the last word - which he corrects.]
Ah! Friendship tickles.
[Tailgate focuses on that word, memorising everything about it. It is, after all, the most important word in his vocabulary. He repeats it back to Megatron again, properly this time.]
[Megatronās hands stop. The ease from his face leaves as something catches his attention, mouth narrowing into a thin frown. He looks up directly at the camera.]
...Ah.
[listen hard enough and you'll pinpoint the exact moment riptide accepts his death.]
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Still, no reason not to try participating. For practice, of course. Never out of any desire to annoy the big gray one. Perish the thought.]
āāā ā¼āšā
[Blame resurging for his poor spelling and grammar.]
I know we don't really have seasons out here, but I'm gonna guess it's spring wherever you guys are from. [Love is clearly in the robotic air around here.]
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Is this some asinine turn of phrase from your home planet?
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What, spring? That's a season, friend. At least, so I've heard.
[That is what you meant, right? Right.]
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No, the hand signs.
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[Please explain twitterpated to him Sans.]
And what's spring?
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Never actually experienced it myself, but I've heard tell it's when all the young robots pair off and make younger ones.
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Um...?
I guess that doesn't include me then? Because I'm six million earth-years old, I'm not young by anyone's standards.
And what do you mean by making younger ones? Two people can't make a spark!
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It's a joke, kid. I'm six million and one earth-years old, gotta let me have this in my advancing years. I mean look at me. [Sans hiked up his sleeves, showing off the joining of his radius and ulna.] I'm all bones.
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Um. You sure are?
I'm not usually one to question these things, but how do you, uh, move?
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You askin' me to dance? [The question is clearly a joke, and Sans punctuates it with a wink.] I'm made of magic, kiddo. That's just how it works.
I bet you get a lotta questions along those lines yourself.
[Considering he's a sentient robot and all. The concept isn't exactly weird by Sans' standards, but still.]
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[Well duh. Tailgate's not even sure why he asked.]
We don't operate with magic, we're kinda boring compared to you I think.
Also I doubt you could keep up with me on the dancefloor good sir. I can shimmy like no one's business.
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[Still, the kid's enthusiasm is charming. Sans can't quite help enjoying him a little bit.]
That being said, I'm not gonna lie and say I'm not curious how a machine gets down.
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[he didn't meme hard enough.]
What's spring? Bouncy stuff? I don't think tanks have suspension.
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It's a season, kid. Y'know, like paprika.
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[Anyway.]
Nice job on the camera work, by the way. Come up with an escape plan next time and you're solid.
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[Said as if Sans didn't own a timeshare on Megatron's bad side.]
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[it's for science, sans. you like science, right?]
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Eh. I don't think he likes jokes. You can tell me if I'm wrong.
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Oh! I've got one. Alright, so I work on the wings, yeah? Next time he asks my why I'm not doing my job properly I'll tell him I'm... winging it.
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Holy--yeah, yeah, that's good. Do that. Report your findings back to me. Consider it a scientific endeavor, kid.
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