[voice | private to Knock Out]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Dude. Are you busy? You can't be busy. Not right now, cause you are gonna love this.

Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Box sets. And it gets better---I think they're all here. All of them.

Where are you?

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[diagnosispuberty]

[Noooo, clinging on with noodle arms.]

My feet are SO CLEAN.

[10_20_15_5_50]

That does very little to balance out your bad decision-making, dude. Get off of his face.

[automobileenthusiast]

[DON'T CLING or Knock Out will tug your little arms off (not rly)]

Better do what the lady says, or I really will lock you in my trunk.

[diagnosispuberty]

[Not his arms! He needs those!

Have a look, Sam. Such betrayal.] Fine, fine. Just...just don't drop me, okay? I don't bounce.

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Betrayal her ass, Hiro, it was established months ago that you are not to antagonize giant alien robots. That's Sam's job.]

Thanks, Knock Out---and Hiro, be cool.

[Bloody nuisance as you can sometimes be, you're safe enough. If you weren't, Sam wouldn't be idly looking on.]

[automobileenthusiast]

Oh, I wouldn't drop you. I'd be the one that would have to clean it up, after all.

[What he IS going to do is eeever so gently set Hiro down next to Sam and hope she gives him a wedgie.]

[diagnosispuberty]

[Hiro's gonna back away enough that getting stepped on isn't an option, thanks, and scowl up at grouchy robot.]

Point taken, jeez. Chill, dude.

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Sam steps back to stand beside Hiro... and noogie him briefly. It is, of course, an affectionate gesture, and also a veiled assurance; there's really nothing to fear, here, even if he really ought to mind his manners more.]

I'm glad you can break from tormenting each other long enough to give someone else a shot. That said, Gremlins could come uncomfortably close to home. Shall we see, or what?

[automobileenthusiast]

I'm game. Let's go somewhere more comfortable, hm?

[He's just gonna strut his shiny ass outside and transform into his shiny car alt mode. Hop in nerds]

[diagnosispuberty]

[Get in losers, they're going shopping. Hiro's going to run ahead and slide into the driver's seat, because it's the only time he really can, when there's no chance of him actually operating a vehicle. He WILL try to honk the horn, though.]

Hurry up, Sam!

[10_20_15_5_50]

And you didn't want to ride in his alt.

[Sam shakes her head but walks around to Knock Out's passenger side, seating herself so that she's facing out of the cab. Why? To knock her feet together a few times and, ideally, avoid tracking any pebbles or grit into the doc's interior. Riding in someone doesn't seem too terribly strange these days, but it's still the sort of thing a person ought to be polite about. Shoes as clean as they're going to get, Sam shifts about to face frontward and buckles up before pausing to try and eye everything.]

You are so friggin' fancy.

[:D]

[automobileenthusiast]

[BEEP BEEP BEEP Yes the horn works THANK YOU HIRO]

Stop touching things!

[Yeah he's having second thoughts about offering a ride to THAT KID but at least Sam is being polite. AND complimenting him, that's a plus. He makes this exasperated sigh noise but seems to be over Hiro beeping him]

Why, thank you, dear~ I wouldn't settle for less than the best.

[diagnosispuberty]

[JFC THAT'S LOUD fortunately Hiro's gotten that out of his system and even remembers to buckle his seatbelt, sitting back and mercifully not touching anything else. Though of course, he looks around appreciatively.]

What kinda all-terrain action can you handle?

[10_20_15_5_50]

You're very welcome, though it's only the truth.

[Hiro gets a bit of an eyebrow for going straight for the horn like that, but no comment---just yet---as he at least has buckled up. It's not that Sam doesn't trust Knock Out's driving, but a person never knows who else is on the road.]

[automobileenthusiast]

Anything that's thrown at me, but I'm not going off road when I've got perfectly good paved streets to drive on instead.

[SORRY. no off roading for this guy, kid. WELL now that everyone's buckled up, Knock Out gets moving. Crazy fast because this is knock out]

[diagnosispuberty]

[Bor-inggggg. Hiro's gonna roll his eyes at Sam, satisfied that Knock Out can't see him, then jolt back when they take off, because wow fast.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Yeah, see, Sam was ready for that, though the speed still prompts a little chuckle of delight. Since the stree'doo is driven only at reasonable speeds, this is a treat.]

[automobileenthusiast]

It's not too fast for you, is it?

[See Hiro you may think Knock Out can't see you, but watch the way he adjusts his mirrors. Oooo spooky. He's totally spying on you. Mostly to make sure no dirty shoes end up on his fancy seats but still. OoooOOooo. Also he doesn't actually care if it's too fast he just wants to poke fun at Hiro some more.]

[diagnosispuberty]

[Hiro's a little too busy not getting queasy (he's used to a moped and a very gentle trolley for transportation, okay), so he doesn't notice the mirrors. But he'll still pull his best scowl at nowhere in particular, just in case.]

No. It's fine. I'm fine. [Crossing his legs and getting dirty shoes on your seats, Knock Out, so there.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Hiro's tone earns him a sidelong look, one eyebrow up.]

You sure?

[automobileenthusiast]

[WELL he doesn't want this kid tossing all over his seat, so Knock Out actually does slow down some.]

Shoes don't go on the upholstery.

[diagnosispuberty]

[Grumble grumble "your face", but he puts his feet down. Sam gets a mildly more genuine half-smile.]

I don't ride in cars a lot.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Really? [There's some slight surprise at that.] Is... that just a big-big city thing?

[automobileenthusiast]

[You guys chat, KO is going to DRIVE. But not too much longer since HEY he's pulling up RIIIGHT NOOOOOW. He'll pop his doors up once he's stopped.]

[diagnosispuberty]

[Hiro would respond, but he forgot that the car is alive and sentient and the doors are opening by themselves so cue a flail and him reflexively flinging himself away from the doors.]