.

jivebot:

Yeah, ya’d think that, wouldn’tcha?

No…

/grins/ Face th’music, mech~

Whatever…

(Source: golden-streak)

jivebot:

/snort/ Y’fraggin’ wish, Bright. M’paint color’s called “lava”. S’hotter than ya’s.

Wow, that is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

Yeah, ya’d think that, wouldn’tcha?

No…

(Source: golden-streak)

jivebot:

Y’jus’ sayin’ that cuz y’don’ like how m’infringin’ in y’color zone.

Color ain’t got nothin’ to do with it, but I do have the better paint now that you mention it.

/snort/ Y’fraggin’ wish, Bright. M’paint color’s called “lava”. S’hotter than ya’s.

Wow, that is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

(Source: golden-streak)

jivebot:

/smirks/

I’m lookin’ right at it.

/blank stare/ 

Really? Cuz m’lookin’ at an idgit right now.

Yeah really. You just make a damn good punchin’ bag.

Y’jus’ sayin’ that cuz y’don’ like how m’infringin’ in y’color zone.

Color ain’t got nothin’ to do with it, but I do have the better paint now that you mention it.

(Source: golden-streak)

jivebot:

It pissed me off. You were around. 

/deadpan stare/ 

….Bright, we need t’getcha a punchin’ bag o’ somethin’.

/smirks/

I’m lookin’ right at it.

/blank stare/ 

Really? Cuz m’lookin’ at an idgit right now.

Yeah really. You just make a damn good punchin’ bag.

(Source: golden-streak)

jivebot:

I can if I wanna. /glares right back, let it knock you off your high perch/

Now d’ya fraggin’ mind?! S’kinda hard t’figure out which frequency he’s jivin’ on with ya chasin’ me through th’roof o’er some pic a chirp drew.

It pissed me off. You were around. 

/deadpan stare/ 

….Bright, we need t’getcha a punchin’ bag o’ somethin’.

/smirks/

I’m lookin’ right at it.

(Source: golden-streak)

jivebot:

Like frag m’comin’ down then! /hauls self back onto the beam, flops over it like a cat/ 

Ghhk…this cat’s fraggin’ accent’s givin’ me a processor ache.

Just gonna sleep up here? Fine. I can wait.

/hope this glare pierces right through you/

I can if I wanna. /glares right back, let it knock you off your high perch/

Now d’ya fraggin’ mind?! S’kinda hard t’figure out which frequency he’s jivin’ on with ya chasin’ me through th’roof o’er some pic a chirp drew.

It pissed me off. You were around. 

(Source: golden-streak)

jivebot:

/trying to scramble back onto the beam without falling, all while trying to shut the German dick down. Multitasking~/

/scoots up so that he’s resting on his knees, gripping a support beam, still glaring/

M’gonna wait until you come down, then kick your aft.

Like frag m’comin’ down then! /hauls self back onto the beam, flops over it like a cat/ 

Ghhk…this cat’s fraggin’ accent’s givin’ me a processor ache.

Just gonna sleep up here? Fine. I can wait.

/hope this glare pierces right through you/

(Source: golden-streak)

mondscheinattentater:

Ooh! Zomeone took out dibz on me und it vazn’t Zoundvave! /overdramatic, swoony sigh/ Ohh, be ztill mein ember~

Oh just shut it.

Oh nein, jou ztarted it! Bitte, I’ll haf to zend out invitationz to zhe fight! It’ll be an epic zhowdown only beat out by zhe long-lazting rivalry between Zoundvave und I~ I’ll get dovez! Blurr can releze zhem und zhen Zkyfire can run zhem down!