kismet_loop | [voice | private to Knock Out]

[Knock Out strolls in LOOKING SUPER HOT, and very glad that Hiro isn't touching dangerous things. Because dangerous things = scratched paint and nobody likes Knock Out when his paint gets scratched.]

There you two are. Hope you weren't waiting too long for me.

[Walk up in the club like what up I gotta big--]

Uhhhh, only for hours! [This is a filthy lie, but Hiro is too busy flopped over on his side gloomily to be honest.]

Hey. [Sam will grin and wave, not bothering to stand since a) she's not done gloating over the films found just yet and b) it doesn't make much difference when talking to a Cybertronian.] How's Haven's best-decorated dude?

[what's good Hiro. Knock Out just nudges the little floppy brat with the tip of his foot before moving over to kneel next to Sam.]

Incredible, as always. Now, what have we got here?

[That's enough to prompt Hiro to get over himself and hop up to scurry over to Sam and pick up one of the movies, looking at the back for himself.]

Stuff that is, miraculously, older than Sam. [Automatic duck of any hair-ruffles or noogies goes here.]

Only the jackpot. Maybe half or a third of a 'Highlights of Horror: 1980s' collection, here; we got Poltergeist, we got Jaws, Gremlins, Nightmare of Elm Street among others, and then the box sets I mentioned.

[She holds one of the MST3K boxes up for Knock Out to see, giving Hiro a Look which says the time will come.]

The best of the worst. If I wasn't one of your favourite humans before, I expect I oughtta be now.

[Knock Out doesn't quite get the joke Hiro.]

Aren't you both like five?

[SEE this is what happens when you're an old as literal dirt alien robot. ANYWAY time to check out what Sam's got]

Ooooh, you've got some real winners here! I think I haven't actually seen Gremlins, though. Which means we should absolutely start with that one.

I'm fourteen. [Have a tiny human sticking his tongue out at you, KO. But Hiro's suitably distracted by the Gremlins movie, which gets a curious look over. It seems like it's time for Hiro to learn why his aunt called him "Gizmo" for a solid two years.]

What's that about?

Twenty-two. Scary, isn't it, to think I'm a mature specimen? How old are you, anyway? Six goin' on seven million, or...?

[But she nods---they have won the GAME today---and seizes on the opportunity to ruffle Hiro's hair while he's distracted being sassy and answer.]

Little monsters, so it should strike a note with Knock Out. Doc, you got any set-up compatible with DVDs at your place, or do we need to zip back to our pad to rip it for a file to play on the drones?

Please, I'm not that old.

[and he's not going to elaborate on that either EAT IT PUNKS.]

Oh, I can play DVDs. That won't be a problem at all.

[Nuh-uh, Hiro ain't letting that go. Have a grin somewhere between awed and mischievous.]

Wait, wait, wait, are you like...some kinda robot teenager? Oh man, that would explain so much.

It's not easy to tell!

[Though she will laugh at Hiro's question, sure he's barking up the wrong tree. Knock Out---though she knows better than to say so with the mech in earshot---does remind her of some older people... but just insofar as he'll say and do whatever he pleases, chipper as a chickadee, all complaints be damned.]

But; fantastic. D'you want to take a proper look round, or bail to get Gremlins on the go ASAP?

I- no, what? I'm millions of years older than that!

[HIRO YOU ARE SO CONFUSING WHAT. AAANYWAY he turns to Sam and shrugs a bit.]

Well, I could use a new pad for my buffer, but I think it can wait. You two need a lift?

Yeah, but that's what, a couple months in robot time?

[Aw yiss, GIANT ROBOT LIFTS!] As long as you mean literally lift!

Please!

[Sam glances to Hiro, surprised, and shakes her head.]

Dude, no, it's not all that often I get an offer from someone with an alt I can ride in.

[And back to Knock Out, unabashedly hopeful.]

Assuming, of course, you wouldn't mind granting us the opportunity to appreciate your alt up close and personal.

[...wellll Hiro Knock Out is going to just reaaach down and try to scoop you up just to be a prick.]

I certainly wouldn't mind it at all, dear. Just make sure this kid keeps his shoes off my seats.

[Excuse you, Sam, Hiro rides in cars and stuff all the TIME back home. He does not get to play Fay Wray very often. So he'll help you out, K.O., scrambling up into the big palm and fist-bumping the air.]

Oh man, can I ride on the roof, then? No shoes on the seats that way!

I can only try, but try I will.

[She snorts, amused, as Hiro goes right to that reaching hand---aaand facepalms at the kid's request.]

Don't be surprised if you end up in the trunk after all, kiddo.

The trunk was going to be my next suggestion.

[god hiro you have no sense of self preservation at all do you. YEAH JUST JUMP INTO THE GIANT ROBOT'S HAND GOOD MOVE. Luckily, Knock Out isn't in the business of squishing kids so he gets a free lift outside.]

No, you're not sitting on my roof. You'd fall off and break every bone in your meaty little body.

[Hiro's gonna climb up ur wrist now, Knock Out, because he's adventuring.]

What if I duct tape myself on?

You're not duct taping yourself on! [Sam's protesting through her laughter now, even as she follows Knock Out out of the warehouse with her arms full of dvds. This is ridiculous and oh Knock Out you have NO IDEA what this child is willing to do.] It's still not safe enough to be acceptable, and besides peeling the tape off would be a pain in the ass.

[GOD Knock Out wants to shake him off SO BAD but that might result in Hiro's pathetic human spine shattering. INSTEAD, he's just going to cringe as if he has a nasty creepy bug crawling up his arm UGH STOP]

You aren't getting anywhere near my finish with any kind of tape!

[Be careful, Knock Out, before Hiro gets inside your frame and builds a secret hideout in your chest~]

Awwww, don't wanna scuff the pretty paint? [Teasing face, rapping his knuckles on Knock Out's arm.]

[Given Knock Out's expression---and admirable restraint!---Sam can't and won't try to stay straight-faced.]

I'm thinking that that's the idea... and 'it's a wonder that kid's not in the trunk already.' Small hooligan, when will you be satisfied? You already did this.

[Sam pushes up her sleeve to reveal a recently vandalized tattoo. Looks like someone decided to try playing connect-the-dots with the notes of Greensleeves. The results? DINOSAURS.]

Do you think he can survive without his tongue? Because I'm about to pull it out.

[In fact he pinches Hiro's dumb little head between his thumb and forefinger. Not hard but y'know.]

Why in the world would you let him doodle on you?

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