Reserved at capeandcowl

[ex_backstab594]

This is no way to run a ship!

You put in a reserve, and then you sit and do nothing but "make icons". I don't need icons! I know how I look. I had thought being as infinitesimally short lived as your species is, you'd have some concept of time management--...

So. Do you want me there, or not?

Because, really. I'm only doing this for your benefit.

I suppose you'll want my input on the personality section. Who knows me better than--

...ggh...suit yourself.

Comments

[ex_backstab594]

[a pause. Like he's trying to decide if he can smugly rub it in or not] How fulfilling.

[reluctantly decides not to go for the smugging--this time]

I do hope we'll get along.

[futurebatwoman]

[ an assessing pause, and then she shrugs with a grin. ]

I'm sure we will.

It would probably help if you didn't refer to humans as vermin, though.

[ex_backstab594]

Did you just tell me that being dishonest would help? [scandalized]

[futurebatwoman]

... So you seriously think of humans as vermin.

[ex_backstab594]

[exaggerated patience] You have short life spans, and no grasp of technology. You run around--multiplying like there's no tomorrow, and you're always stealing or otherwise tampering with Cybertronian relics. [a beat] Generously, I won't even hold your bizarre fluid emissions against you. The rest stands rather nicely on its own.

[futurebatwoman]

[ opens mouth. closes again. ]

We have a perfectly decent grasp of technology.

[ chooses that to be offended about. ]

[ex_backstab594]

[blinks, and then laughs. It's a weasely laugh.]

I'll admit... your toy airplanes are very entertaining.

[futurebatwoman]

Oh, I didn't mean those. And they get better.

I meant the computers, mostly.