* * *
A/N: Catechism belongs to Lunatron, and is used with her permission.
* * *
"Dance with me," Catechism hissed into his audial.
Blitzwing glanced at the gun the coneheaded Seeker held against the side of his head. As lovely as his new favorite was, she'd been asking him to do this for the past week. He always gave her the same answer, and he didn't see why it should change now. "Blitzwing-"
"Is going to dance with me." She patted his turret familiarly. "Our favorite pastel Seeker wants to offend the establishment by dancing with the 'wrong sorts'."
Blitzwing looked blankly at her.
"Coneheads are very much the 'wrong sorts' for traditional Seeker dances. Well, we're going to one-up them by having a triple-changer and a conehead!" She chuckled. "We're also going to do it on Earth."
"If you want to offend them so much," he growled, "Why not get a Stunticon?"
"Tut, tut." Catechism rubbed the base of his gun. "Stunticons can't dance Seeker dances."
End