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Pink dots!

     The twins were playing a very high-speed game of “chase” through the Ark's corridors and common areas – at least, it was that or how-many-can-we-trip-over-today. The exact nature of the game seemed fairly abstract – there was no chaser and no chased, as such, they seemed to be trying to catch each other and avoid being caught in equal amounts, and showing an impressive competency with their teleports in the process.
     “Woo, slow down you two,” Jazz laughed, scooping Footloose up as she passed him in the rec-room doorway; Slipstream had already dived for cover behind the nearest couch. “What are you doing?”
     Footloose made a frustrated noise and wriggled in his arms. “Lemmego!”
     Slipstream peeked out, saw she was captured, grinned, teleported up to Jazz’s shoulder and dramatically stuck a small round blue sticker to his sister’s nose, then was gone.
     “Ja-azz!” Footloose squealed her frustration. “Making me loo-ose!”
     Jazz quirked a brow, realising that the little femme was already covered in bright blue dots, mostly over her back and arms – and in her hands, she clutched a sheet of similar stickers, except these were a lurid shade of fluorescent pink. Aha. So, that explained the game. Stick labels to your twin without getting labels on you in return. It was frankly quite amazing it hadn’t turned into a sticky-dot-covered wrestling match, yet.
     “Where’d you two troublemakers get them from?” Jazz wondered, amusedly.
     Footloose gave him a guileless look. “Spike gave.”
     “Ri-ight. Just like he ‘gave’ you that glue you used to stick Screamer’s data-pad to his desk?”
     She giggled at his exaggeratedly-suspicious tone of voice, and headbutted his chest. “Down now please Jas?”
     “Why, so you can coat more things in pink dots?”
     “Not ‘more things’, only Seem.” She gave him her biggest, widest-eyed most appealing look.
     “All right.” He caved in and lowered her to the floor, but kept hold of her arms, just for now. “If I find pink spots anywhere else, I’ll know who to tell the Police to arrest for graffiti, won’t I?”
     Footloose sucked her fingers. “Ooh.”
     He leaned closer and asked, more conspiratorially; “So who’s winning?”
     She gave him a sneaky smile and patted her chest.
     It was only once she’d finally vanished to find her twin that Jazz realised the backs of his arms had been coated in a sneaky layer of pink dots.

(...don't ask me where in my brain that sprang from. ¬_¬)


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May. 18th, 2009 02:28 pm (UTC)
*giggles* Aww, so cute. ... Footloose does realise that those stickers will need washing off, right? ;)
May. 18th, 2009 04:55 pm (UTC)
Lucy is reminding me of her general philosophy on life, this being "NO BATH!" ;)
May. 18th, 2009 06:26 pm (UTC)
Well, the only way to avoid a bath is to stay clean ...
May. 19th, 2009 10:47 am (UTC)
Lucy: *"clean" = does not compute*
May. 19th, 2009 03:42 pm (UTC)
Don't worry about it Button, it will compute perfectly fine for the adults.
May. 18th, 2009 02:49 pm (UTC)
XDDD She's only winning because of the bonus points she gets for tagging Jazz without his knowledge.

...I see the rest of Special Ops making fun of him over this XDD

XDDD GLUED Screamer's datapad to the desk? XDDDDDD Oh, DEFINITELY take after their father right there.
May. 18th, 2009 04:58 pm (UTC)
Poor Jazz, it's not his fault those damn kids are SNEAKY buggers. I think Seem would say it's cheating, anyway, 'cuz "Jas doesn't have stickies."

...lordy, now they want to go see what they can stick to Screamer without his knowledge. This totally won't end well.
May. 18th, 2009 06:28 pm (UTC)
now they want to go see what they can stick to Screamer without his knowledge.

*squee* (I'm an evil fox wanting to see poor sparklings get in trouble ...)
May. 19th, 2009 10:52 am (UTC)
*models halo* I don't know WHAT you mean... ;)
May. 18th, 2009 09:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, they can RECRUIT for that. I'm sure the older!twins and Skywarp would be TOTAL game...
May. 19th, 2009 03:51 pm (UTC)
teen!Lucy: ¬_¬ *not going to comment (in case anyone/Screamer is listening in)*
May. 19th, 2009 09:39 pm (UTC)
Jazz: *in her audio* Prowl says go for it. He an' Red won't see a thing
May. 18th, 2009 06:35 pm (UTC)
*grins* Such a cute story (though I am wondering why there appparently is a random chesterfield in the middle of a corridor). ;)

Poor Starscream, I'm sure when all this is over he's going to want to castrate Skywarp (or the tf equivalent) so that he won't be able to ever produce more offspring! XD
May. 19th, 2009 10:56 am (UTC)
...what makes you think he hasn't ALREADY? :P

Warp feels miffed that he's not allowed to repopulate Cybertron all on his own, but the mutant flying hellbabies are somehow "OK". ;)

May. 19th, 2009 06:06 pm (UTC)
Couch, sofa, whatever. Just maybe try and make your descriptions a bit clearer (ie. actually mention that they went into the Rec Room which I'm assume where said couch is supposed to be). I know....I'm being anal again. ;)
May. 19th, 2009 09:51 pm (UTC)
Ohh, that makes more sense. I was thinking "Chesterfield = bottle...?" (like a Winchester).

And I thought I'd edited this one to match the one on devART, which does mention they're on their way into the rec-room, but eh, it was a 20 minute "wordscribble", I don't always work so hard to pick up "typos" in them ;) I'll change it in a bit.
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