[x] Am glad you’re around
[x] Pretty nice!
[x] Hang out more
[x] us luck in finding you a way home
Should you reblog?
[x] Like you.
[x] On fire.
[x] Talk more
[x] Talk more
I were a fishYou wouldn’t change my paint.
Should you reblog?
[x] Too late.
 Love you.
 Like you.
 Hate you.
 Want you.
 Don’t know you.We are…
 Best Friends.
 Enemies.You are…
 Ew.We should…
 Talk more.
 Talk less.
 Have sex.
 Avoid each other.
 Go on a date.
 Have a Sleepover.
 Not talk to each other. Ever.I wish…
 You would go away.
 You would talk to me.
 You would notice me.
 We were friends.
 We were dating.Should you reblog?
 I don’t care.
"Owch that hurt." He said in regards to Scattorshot’s last comment. "I can always throw a wrench at them, or force them to get a shot." he chuckled rubbing Scattorshot’s shoulder plating. "I rather not let mecha know that I’m nice. Try to keep that a secret will ya?" He paused for a moment, his processor turning when his visor dimmed considerably. "Scattorshot…When I kissed you…Was it…Did you not like it?" he asked, curiously, trying not to pry. "I know, I shouldn’t push but I just had to know."
He chuckled a bit. “Red, they call on the comm. line! If they were here, I’d have to throw a few things at them myself!” he said still chuckling. “Also no promises, I hate people talkin’ bad about you and sayin’ stupid things about you…” he admitted though no one had said things like that in ages.
His optics widened at the question. He didn’t know how to answer. He didn’t dislike it, it more surprised him than anything. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He didn’t think Red Alert meant it…or was he just avoiding that option. Scattorshot always considered himself a very unlovable being…was he just ignoring whatever feelings were coming from Red Alert? He had never considered that possibility before.
"Well Red I…" he trailed off. He didn’t know what to say or do, he was never in these positions. "I…I didn’t…I didn’t dislike it," he answered finally and honestly. That was the wrong thing to say. He was sure of it. It dodged too much of the question. "I mean, I never…well…" he trailed off again scratching the back of his helm. He was digging himself a grave for sure.
He chuckled at the teasing from his friend. Red Alert shrugged his shoulder plating waving his hand idly. “Only for you though, I will be nice, and Optimus Prime…Maybe Thundercracker, though he is rubbing off on me. He has some strange quirks, but he really is nice.”
Tilting his helm to the side he crossed his arms at the thought of those idiots on Cybertron harassing his friend. “Thankfully they never saw me.” He said while moving towards his quarters. “Did you tell them anything? If they start anything with you, you know you can comm. me.”
"You’re nicer than you and everyone else lets on. People just need to learn that," he stated with a shrug.
"No I usually don’t even answer, but occasionally I’ll give them a full report, but I leave out my name, so they can’t prove it’s a valid source of info, making the entire interview useless," he said with a smirk. "They ain’t a match for me when it comes to strategical things!" he said happily. "Glad you’re there for me though Red. Not sure what you’d be able to do though,"
His visor brightened at the prospect of him being missed. Red Alert placed a hand on Scattorshot’s face, cupping it with a smile. “Really? Dull without me? I thought I was a jerk.” He teased letting his hand slip away.
"Reporters? Why are we having interviewers out here?" he asked inquisitively.
Scattorshot smiled and rolled his optics. “You are a jerk. But I wouldn’t change that if my life depended on it,” he stated giving a Red a playful punch in the arm.
He sighed at the thought of all the interviewers. “Ever since the War ended they’ve been calling us from cybertron to ‘get a full story’ since we’re the team that stopped it all. I was takin’ a break when i saw you, and you know the rest!” he said a smile reappearing on his face.
It could have been worse, Scattorshot could have run away to tell Prime what an awful mech he was. It was comforting to know that he didn’t mind it. That they were at least still friends no matter of Red Alert’s blunder.
"Did anything happen…While I was gone?" he asked, albeit awkwardly.
He stepped away from the medic and looked up at him. “No. Nothing important, talked to some new people, got rid of some annoying interviewers….the usual,” his smile faded slightly and he looked down at the floor.
"It’s actually been a bit dull without ya though…"
Red Alert stood stock still, his mouth pursing in question. Never in his life cycles would he ever do what he was about to do now. He leaned down, capturing Scattorshot’s lips in his own before backing away abashed by his outward spectacle.
"I….Sorry…I didn’t…That was…" he puffed a heavy vent through his systems. The right words escaping his lips before he rubbed his helm in embarrassment.
Scattorshot was stunned. He stood there dazed as he tried to figure out if what just happened really did just happen. He wasn’t expecting that as his greeting.
"Red…" he didn’t even know what to say. He didn’t know what to do, so he wrapped his arms around the medic in a hug again. His smile reappeared on his face.
"I’m happy you’re back too," he said. Though he was still confused, he could worry and think about it later. Right now, Red Alert was here.
"Well…no, not everyone sounds like him. He just picked it up on a planet, and on said planet the word ‘mate’ is used as a different word for friend. But don’t go around calling everyone mate. Your sire and I may get a few funny looks…"
(Pfffft! Well I didn’t expect Jetfire to be turning up! So Scattorshot and Jets eh?)