Eject blinks. “Uhh… I…” Well, this is a first.
“Well, if you wanna, then go right ahead. I. Um.” What does one say after receiving news like that? Is there some manner of dildo-naming acceptance speech? “I’m… honored?”
Okay, yeah. I would say this.
Eject would comment, but he’s too busy laughing to speak. It’s not derisive laughter, though, it’s enthusiastic.
Eject frowns. “Hey now, Metis, you don’t wanna go doin’ that. You’re bound to hurt someone that way,” he chides, just as earnestly and seriously as if he were lecturing any of his other comrades. “This ain’t basketball! Feinting’d do you no good here. You shouldn’t never do that sort of thing unless you mean it.”
On the heels of this amusing display, he pauses, and then lets his gaze slide sideways. “Tag? Like, ship tag?”
“Ships have an entirely different mindset than Cybertronians,” Turmoil explains, while shooting a masked glare at the screen in front of him.
Then he looks at Eject. “Yes, like ship tag. No, I’m not going to allow it. Not while the Selenium is torqued off. The Lost Light’s crew might think it’s an attack, because I have no doubts that he will try shooting at Metis.”
Metis, meanwhile, gives a thrum that sounds decidedly huffy.
“Yeah,” Eject agrees reluctantly, sighing to himself at the knowledge that he is about to willingly discourage a game of spaceship tag, “probably for the best if we all explain ourselves.”
At Metis’s huffiness, Eject shakes his head. “Hey, I like you, but that don’t mean I won’t call you out if you’re not doin’ right! That’s what friends are really for.”
He then turns his attention back to Turmoil and Fragger. “So where you gonna go?”
JR Smith to Iman Shumpert back to JR Smith for the double alley-oop!
“Well. I think I’d like a lot of touchin’ and kissin’.” Eject shrugs. Those sorts of things seem natural as a precursor to interface. He tries to think. What else was one supposed to do beforehand? No answer was forthcoming. Suddenly, a scenario sprang into his mind, unbidden, and Eject blinked widely as he ran it though his processor. “I think… I think I’d like a nice game beforehand, maybe. Like… like just a little bit of. Um. American football, maybe.”
He rather liked the idea of all of that tackling, running, and throwing dissolving into something else. Well, he had learned something new about himself today.
Eject has absolutely no problem whatsoever answering the next one. “Forty-eight? Racing. I… I just really, really like fast alts. It doesn’t always, um, you know. But a lot of the time… it does.”
The third question brings a grin to his face. “Last person I kissed was Rewind, and it did mean somethin’. It was just after I’d got here, and I was in a bad way. Had some damage.” He taps the side of his helm. “I was scared, and alone, and it was real nice to have him near, and to let him know how happy I was to see him, and how happy he was to see me.”
MAY ALL YOUR TOAST BURN!!!!
*cracking up* WHAT—I—you are a crazy mech, ‘Bee.