Date: 2010-03-17 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fallen-flakes.livejournal.com
"If you don't mind, of course," Fallstreak's blithe voice echoes back as he disappears down the hall, the fact that his face is tipped back toward the ceiling boding ill for his steering on the way down. Poor Perceptor.

Movor remains where Optimus left him, his gaze flicking toward her at her touch.

He's also contacting Fallstreak silently to find out what he noticed the jet not saying in front of the Autobots.
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting
 
Notice: This account is set to log the IP addresses of everyone who comments.
Links will be displayed as unclickable URLs to help prevent spam.

Profile

Old Mansion Bots Threads
contact the moderator

Welcome to our ool.

Please don't P in it.

Ahem! Welcome to the base. Please disregard the joke sign on the pool.

Style Credit

Powered by Dreamwidth Studios