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[The room is completely splattered in paint. Where did Sideswipe get paint? Who knows. Probably the junk pile.]

[He's still got a can of it in his hands, and is currently tossing little splashes of it liberally around the room. It's an eye-searing yellow-green color, too. He just... seems to be tossing it around at random.]

[While swearing.]

[At... Mirage?]

[But Mirage is nowhere to be seen. There's just Sideswipe, and his paint-splattered room. The more he tosses paint around, the more agitated the Autobot seems to get.]

Would you --! Just!

Come out here! This isn't funny!

[At that last comment, though, there can be heard a very faint laugh...]

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It's a good look for you. Really.

[There's a playful tone there, Smokescreen dropping his hand to the other's shoulder to nudge him back into the room.]

Come on, let's get you cleaned up and see if we can find Mirage.

[In that order, too. Because he maybe sorta kinda wants to get handsy with you, Swipe.]

Green really isn't my color. It's not even Ratchet's color, and he's blindingly neon to begin with.

[He rolls backward at the nudge, not even bothering to fight it. The benefit, and the disadvantage, of wheeled feet.]

If you find him first, I want a hit. A good hit.

[As he flops, dramatically, on a relatively paint-free chair.]

I promise to give you the chance, stud.

[Smokescreen rolls his optics playfully when the other flops down and moves over to walk a circle around him, assessing the total 'damage'.]

Got something I can use to scrub this off?

Good. I only need one.

[He cranes his neck to watch him, lazily. There's paint streaked liberally across his wheels and his ankles.]

There's probably something in a drawer... over there.

[Smokescreen heads over to the spot Sideswipe was talking about and does indeed find something he can use, heading back over to his painted companion to start trying to wipe some of the mess up.]

I still can't believe you thought paint was a good idea, stud.

[He lifts a wheeled foot as Smokescreen returns, his whole leg following it, and posing just so.]

[Yes, he is showing off. And he's making no secret about it.]

I had to find him somehow... Seemed as good an idea as any, at the time.

[That's okay. Smokescreen is quite okay with that view.

More than okay actually.

Excuse him as he just goes nice and slow with his touch and cleaning.]

Uh huh. All sorts of tech and scanners and you go for the paint option.

Mm, do I look like a security model...? That was Jazz and Prowl's... detail.

[He sounds a little distracted. Which he is, considering how many sensors are in those damn legs -- meant to keep him upright, but...]

[Safe to say he likes to find other uses for them.]

Plus, he cloaks. Scanners don't work on that.

[Smokescreen grins softly, rubbing the cloth further up the other's leg towards his thigh almost.]

Still, there has to be alternatives to paint, stud.

Nets. Electrified nets.

[Except it comes out a little dazed-sounding. Along with a nice, approving hum from his engine.]

[That feels pretty nice, thank you.]

That's a bit extreme there, stud, isn't it?

[Oh does he like that sound.

He's just going to keep smoothing his hand and the cloth further up, rubbing it over Sideswipe's hip before starting back down the other's leg again as he shifts closer.]

He'd survive...

[The purr continues, as the silver bot just sort of... goes limp. Pliable. A sure sign he really enjoys all this attention.]

[And Smokescreen is more than happy to give him all that attention. He just continues to work on the other's legs until they're clean, grinning to himself in a satisfied manner before glancing up at his companion.]

You still alive there, stud?

Mmmhmm.

[And, as if to prove this point, he arches a leg, in an attempt to hook it around the other's waist, and tug him in.]

Do you need a demonstration?

[Smokescreen can't help but laugh as he's pulled forward, hands going to the other's shoulders to steady himself as he leans in, nose to nose with the other.]

Maybe I do.

[Allow him to run his hand down Smokescreen's chestplate, then. Slowly.]

[Watching his face the entire time.]

Well all right then.

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