Oh for the love of sharp-toothed scraplets and barnacles. Silverbolt sighed audibly, rubbing at his optics in frustration at the state of the Aerialbot common room.
The damn thing had been clean this morning, now however... quite frankly, it looked like a bomb had gone off. A combination of bad weather and injuries had kept his brothers inside long enough to apparently induce a new level of irritation throughout the group.
Skydive and Fireflight had apparently abandoned the chaos to brood in their own separate rooms. Their annoyance at the lack of flight time almost buzzing audibly over the gestalt bond from behind the locked doors.
Slingshot was, at the moment, perched high one one of the beams running across the ceiling. Hissing and glaring at Air Raid on the ground as they argued about something or other. Neither of them really seemed to remember what they were fighting over any more though and the conversation was mostly a mix of insults and threats.
The chair situated against the far wall suggested that Air Raid had thrown it at some point though.
Frag it all, it was too late to deal with this slag. The aerialbot commander huffed, leaving his brothers to finish their argument and get it over with. Maybe tonight was a good time to read that new book Hot Spot had loaned him, it wasn't like he was going to be able to watch the television today.
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Date: 2011-02-22 12:08 pm (UTC)The damn thing had been clean this morning, now however... quite frankly, it looked like a bomb had gone off. A combination of bad weather and injuries had kept his brothers inside long enough to apparently induce a new level of irritation throughout the group.
Skydive and Fireflight had apparently abandoned the chaos to brood in their own separate rooms. Their annoyance at the lack of flight time almost buzzing audibly over the gestalt bond from behind the locked doors.
Slingshot was, at the moment, perched high one one of the beams running across the ceiling. Hissing and glaring at Air Raid on the ground as they argued about something or other. Neither of them really seemed to remember what they were fighting over any more though and the conversation was mostly a mix of insults and threats.
The chair situated against the far wall suggested that Air Raid had thrown it at some point though.
Frag it all, it was too late to deal with this slag. The aerialbot commander huffed, leaving his brothers to finish their argument and get it over with. Maybe tonight was a good time to read that new book Hot Spot had loaned him, it wasn't like he was going to be able to watch the television today.
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Date: 2011-02-22 06:24 pm (UTC)