[video transmission]

[dinnerdate]

[The video starts with a brightly coloured sports car driving at top speeds towards a building. Within the last minute instead of stopping, it flips up and drives up the building's side, transforming once it reaches the roof. It's nothing too special. Just a tiny stunt.]


...That good enough, Sissel?



[PRIVATE TO: NEXUS PRIME]
Sir, Megatronus Prime said I should speak to you... If you aren't busy.

Comments

[action]

[dinnerdate]

Something else you'd prefer?

[action]

[youdiedagain]

This is fine. I'm not picky.

[A hand reaches out, patting the stomach/chestplate of the vibrant bot.]

What more could I ask for, right?

[action]

[dinnerdate]

[He stares silently at Sissel for a moment, thinking things over.]

Well you could ask for a lot really.

[action]

[youdiedagain]

Really? Like what?

[He leans back against the bot, eyes never deviating from Dead End.]

When you're dead, material things don't really count all that much.

[action]

[dinnerdate]

I don't really know much human things, but there's a lot in the junk pile... What kind of things do you like?

[action]

[youdiedagain]

...

[His face drops, looking at the random small appliances that he'd collected. But those were mainly to practice his ghost tricks on.]

I don't remember...

[action]

[dinnerdate]

...

[What did he do?! He's sorry! He's sorry!]

I.













Sorry.

[action]

[youdiedagain]

[He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face.]

It's not you. I just...haven't gotten it back yet. Anything about me.

[action]

[dinnerdate]

...You could. Find new things.

[action]

[youdiedagain]

[That's a good point, and Sissel looks pretty thoughtful for a moment.]

True...but where do I start?

[action]

[dinnerdate]

We could look at everything we can find until you find something.

[action]

[youdiedagain]

...

[Did you really just offer to help him, Dead End? Not even the people back home wanted to do that.]

You want to help?

[action]

[dinnerdate]

[Sissel's his best friend. He might not know how to be happy himself, but he can at least help Sissel find something to be happy about.]

Yes... If that's okay with you.

[action]

[youdiedagain]

[He's dumbfounded. Lynne didn't offer that help, although to be fair, the circumstances were rather...odd. But, still. He never felt more supported.]

It's definitely okay!

[action]

[dinnerdate]

[There's the faintest of smiles on the Decepticon's face as he gently bumps Sissel with a finger.]

Good. We'll find something you like.

[action]

[youdiedagain]

I'm counting on you.

[He playfully pushes that finger, a smirk now spread across his face.]

You know, you're cuddly for a...what was it? Con?

[action]

[dinnerdate]

Cuddly? I could crush you.

Decepticon, yeah... How am I cuddly?

[action]

[youdiedagain]

But would you?

[action]

[dinnerdate]

No.

[action]

[youdiedagain]

[He leans back again, getting himself slightly more situated.]

Then I'm not too off the mark. You are kind of cuddling me now, right?

[action]

[dinnerdate]

[Staaaaare.]

This is cuddling?

[action]

[youdiedagain]

Well, kind of. I don't know if robots do it differently. But I think this is supposed to be something like it.

[action]

[dinnerdate]

Oh...





Don't tell anyone.

[He'll be picked on more, or just get in trouble because Decepticons don't. They don't cuddle.

But he'll ruffle Sissel's hair with a finger anyway.]

[action]

[youdiedagain]

[That smirk spreads wider as he 'fights' that finger off, swatting at it playfully.]

Well, you know what they say. "Dead men tell no tales."

[action]

[dinnerdate]

[There's a slight grin on the Con's face as he watches Sissel.]

I think they said that guessing that the dead would stay dead.