012 ∞ VIDEO // ACTION

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan is standing with his arms outstretched, his right arm with five ravens perched on it, and four crows on his left. His left shoulder is occupied by a blue and gold macaw. Despite being covered in a fair amount of bird poo (his navy hoodie may not have been his best choice today), he looks pretty pleased.]

Hey, Captain Birdseye. Say cunt.

[The macaw, Captain Birdseye, just whistles at him, much to Nathan's disappointment.]

No, cunt. C'mon, man. Say it with me. Cunt!

[This time he gets a screech and a click. Which still doesn't impress him. He frowns, starting to get a bit irritated.]

Cunt.

[Click. Nathan glares at him, sulkily.] Fine. Don't say it. [Side eye, then he mutters under his breath.] Twat.

[Screeeeeeeeeeeech.] Wanker. [Click, click, click. And then he's cleaning his feathers.]

What the fuck?! Where'd you get wanker from? I gave up on teaching you that one ages ago.

[Birdseye ignores him in favour of cleaning. Nathan pouts, arms drooping a little.] How long is this going to last for? My arms hurt.

[If you want action, Nathan is around the city, charging at random people with his bird flock.]

Comments

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

[All he heard was "blah, blah, meatbag problems".]

I was bein' sardonic.

[designedtoparty]

Is that like being sarcastic?

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[designedtoparty]

Oh. I didn't realise cars were capable.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

I ain't just a car, y'know. Also an alien.

[designedtoparty]

You don't look very alien.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

You really think so, huh? [Shifts to robot mode and sits on his knees.] How 'bout now?

[designedtoparty]

Well, now you look like that old TV ad with the dancing car.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

[Glowers] Don't push it, meatbag.

[designedtoparty]

Oh, come on. I liked that advert.

I'd do the dance for you if I didn't have my arms full of feathers. And if I could actually remember it.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

I don't dance anyway.

Well, except for that one time I met this cute little jet and we went to that dance club before making some beautiful music of our own at her place.

[designedtoparty]

A jet? Oh, nice.

Way to join the Mile High Club.

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

[Mile high club? Ah, just roll with it.]

What can I say? Jets are fun. Not that I'm picky 'bout vehicle modes.

[designedtoparty]

I didn't think cars could even do the dirty.

How's that work? You just, like, ram one exhaust pipe inside another?

[ruthless-hunter.livejournal.com]

They can if they're Cybertronian, like me.

[Gets a weirded out look on his face.] What? No, no. What kinda masochists would even try that?

[designedtoparty]

I don't know! You read about guys on the internet who are stupid enough to stick their cocks up there. I figured it'd be a similar scenario with cars, or whatever.