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"It's dark down here."
Just ignore him.
"I'm cold."
He'll stop.
"I'm bored!"
He has to stop sometime.
"TC, I said I'm bored!"
...He's not going to stop.
The blue jet sighed, glancing up to give his trinemate an unamused stare over the top of his datapad.
"TeeeeeeeCeee-"
"I know, Skywarp, but we've only been down here for ten kliks and haven't found a least half the items on this list," Thundercracker said, tapping the datapad. Starscream sent them both down to storage to gather supplies for Megatron's latest 'project'. Or rather, he sent Thundercracker to get supplies while Skywarp whined from the entrance. His trineleader probably just wanted to occupy Skywarp. When Skywarp was idle, he got bored, and when Skywarp was bored, things got dangerous.
Well, apparently Starscream wasn't as intelligent as he liked to claim since Skywarp was still idle and, even worse, still bored.
"But this's taking eons! Can't I leave while you finish this? C'mon, it's not like we both have to be stuck down here in this musty, little closet."
"Well, it would go faster if you helped, like you were ordered to," Thundercracker pointed out, only to receive a pout from Skywarp.
"Here," Thundercracker held out the datapad, "go and get the next item on the list and bring it back to me."
Skywarp took the datapad, complete with an over dramatic sigh, and disappeared around one of the shelves. It wasn't long before Thundercracker heard some rustling and then, "Hey TC, do we need any explosives for this?"
"No, Skywarp, no explosives."
"Not even some gunpowder?"
"No, Skywarp."
"...Are you sure?"
"Skywarp."
"Alright alright, sheesh," the purple Seeker said, reappearing around the corner, toting a small box tucked under his elbow. "Alright," he said brightly, "here ya go, one box of steel tubes."
Thundercracker took the box and squinted suspiciously at his trinemate's sudden cheery demeanor. "Alright," he said, "hand it over."
Skywarp dropped the smile. "Hand... what over?"
"You know what."
"I don't have anythin'!"
The blue Seeker held out a servo, putting the other one on his hip. He waited there like that, locked optics with Skywarp, until he was sure the other was gonna bolt. The purple Seeker froze; glanced at the door; then to Thundercracker; then to his servo, which waved at him impatiently; and sighed.
"Fiiiine," he said, handing over a bag of low-grade explosives.
"All of it."
"You're no fun," Skywarp grumbled, removing three more bags he had tucked away in his subspace.
"Yeah yeah, I know."
"So, what's next on that list?" Skywarp asked. "Some power cells, right? I can get those." The jet turned to leave, but before he could get anywhere a servo on his wrist stopped him short.
"Oh no, you're not trying that again." Thundercracker's servo slipped lower and intertwined with his trinemate's. "You're staying right next to me while I finish getting this list." He tugged his trinemate along who, when glanced at out of the corner of Thundercracker's optic, wore a slight smile as he followed, making Thundercracker think that maybe Starscream knew what he was doing after all.