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Gasp-wingquiver. "What- what are you doing?"
"What's it feel like?" Cool hands slinking over his turret and barrel-
"I- I don't know! Why do you think I'm asking?"
The doubled voice husking in his audial- "Haven't you ever done this before?"
"No!"
"Oh, good."
"Blitzwing!"
The triple-changer glanced up from his reading. "What, 'Train?"
Astrotrain snatched the drafting pad away and broke it across his knee. "Where'd you get my files? Why are you reading my files?"
"Was bored." And now he'd have to get something else to read on.
Astrotrain looked at him oddly. "That's it? You were bored?"
"Yeah."
"And... You've got nothing else to say?" He looked almost hopeful, but Blitzwing couldn't think of why. Astrotrain was pretty weird sometimes, though, up to and including his megalomaniac delusions.
"You write some weird stuff."
Astrotrain's shoulders slumped, and he turned towards the door. "Yeah. Yeah. Guess I do. I'll grab you another pad from storage."
... Okay. That was bizarre. "You do that."
End