[ VIDEO ] [ Private to Slag ]

[fugitrix]

[ Right. Prowl said no more public posts and usually she'd give him a big 'up your exhaust pipe' in her own way, he had a point. Whatever progress she made back home didn't mean slag here. Speaking of Slag--

Arcee perches on a rock, one leg tucked up to her chest and the other stretched out and propped up on a box. The box very clearly says 'Slag' on the side and she waves a little picture of the Dynobot at the camera. ]

Hey. A present for you ended up on my doorstep. Sadly, it didn't say who from.

[ She leans over, and reaches into the box, pulling one of the fresh heads out. It's some kind of lizard creature, it's tongue dangling limply out of the mouth. ]

Comments

[headgames]

A head. Hm, funny.

Got something for you too.

[fugitrix]

More than one head actually.

[ She blinks, then arches an optic ridge. ]

How sweet.

[headgames]

Fun.

If that's what you want to call gifts just appearing, sure. It's sweet. You want it?

[fugitrix]

Depends on what you've got to give me. Is it worth my time?