Blackout:

-Stumbles slightly as he makes his way down to the bottom of the Nemesis, one hand clutching his head all the way. The sounds of random gunfire grates on his nerves, not to mention his headache, as the distance between him and his destination dwindles. When he finally lifts his head to see what all the ruckus is about he stops dead in his tracks, optic sensors widening to better take in what he is seeing. Granted, he'd been drinking with Brawl, but had Blackout truly had that much prior to his arrival of Bonecrusher's?- ...dare I ask what you think you are doing?

Bonecrusher:

*sitting against the wall of the actual livable  part of his new lair, idly aiming Veera towards the refinery with one hand, the other clutching a cube - and his holo is at his side, looking ridiculously (and unashamedly) dorky playing with a tiny kitten.  He looks over as he hears Blackout, then smirks, taking a swig from his cube*  I....  *there's a chittering noise as a huge weevil drone skitters along the wall near the refinery - and BAM!  Now, it is just goo.*  AM CONTROLLIN' TH' PEST POPULATION OF TH' NEMESIS.  *smiles easily*  AN' WHAT'RE YOU  DOIN'?  BEEN GOIN' OVER TH' DATABASE ANY MORE?

Blackout:

-Visibly winces, his CPU making its complaints well known about the noise factor- My head tells me that I have been struck by the thrusters of thirty Seekers and that the regular energon brew is not cutting it anymore. -Steps inside, paying only enough attention to his surroundings to not accidentally step on the furry creature taking up the holo's attention- But logically, my sensors indicate that centuries upon centuries of memories have unloaded on me in quick succession, creating a huge tax on my internal components...and I still need a stronger drink.

Bonecrusher:

*blinks and looks up at Blackout, confused*  HUH?  ....Y'GOT YER MEMORIES BACK?

Bonecrusher:

*chitterchitter - BOOM - and no more chittering*

Blackout:

Nnng...fortunately, and unfortunately...-slumps down on the nearest surface, which is the floor next to Bonecrusher (for once he is in no mood to be picky) and rubs his temple- Please tell me you have a drink most powerful... -preferably something to knock him unconscious…well, at least give him enough energy to recover from this. working a couple days straight on debugging the Nemesis probably hasn't helped him any, either-

Bonecrusher:

*puts Veera in Blackout's lap*  IF Y'SEE 'EM MOVIN', SHOOT TH' SLAG OUTTA 'EM.  'S GREAT TARGET PRACTICE.  *then he shoves himself up and - his holo stepping out of his way - disappears into his room, coming back a moment later with a shitton of dark-colored energon that = moonshine in his processors, setting it down in front of Blackout, dropping back to the ground.  Cat hisses as the ground shakes, but if Bonecrusher notices the kitten digging its claws into his holo, he doesn't say anything*  DRINK UP, THEN, BLENDER!  'S CELEBRATION TIME.

Blackout:

-starts, eyeing the weapon a moment before rolling his optics, taking up the gun and managing to get quite a few of the insects. his specialty is guns, so he's able to even knock off more than one weevil at once (despite, ya know, his CPU trying to force itself through all the plating of his cranium unit) before the other even returns- Good enough excuse as any. -offers the other back his weapon, trading it for one of the cubes. Blackout sighs with relief as the energon takes an almost immediate affect, its increased potency doing wonders for him-

Bonecrusher:

*accepts back his gun easily, aiming to knock off another drone*  THESE SLAGGERS ARE EVERYWHERE.  'S FRAGGIN' ANNOYIN'.  *looks over at Blackout, grabbing for his own cube*  HOW'D Y'END UP GETTIN' YER MEMORIES BACK?

Blackout:

-stares blankly down into his cube for a long moment before releasing a deep chuckle, taking a large swig out of it before placing the actually much cooler cube up against his forehead- You would not believe me if I told you.

Bonecrusher:

'LL TAKE YER WORD FOR IT, I GUESS.  *falls silent, taking a swig and putting Veera to the side - he's giving up on those stupid drones for now.  His holo balances Cat on his shoulder, climbing up onto the mech's foot and continuing to give that stupid furball more love than he'd normally give it in company*  ....Missed you.

Blackout:

.....-leans against the other gently, just shoulder-to-shoulder, and he finishes his first cube. quickly, he moves onto another, mumbling- ...the encryption code for them was 'Bonbon'.

Bonecrusher:

*stares at Blackout in disbelief, before chuckling and taking another sip*  Coulda picked a better nickname.  Like "owlface."  Or "slaggin' moron."  Or summin'.  *quiets for another few moments, then...* ...Y'weren't th' same.  'm sorry I didn't spend much time with ya when y'weren't...... weren't you.

Blackout:

-shrugs absently, rubbing up against the other- I am not so sure...not that I really had much choice in the matter. But I must admit, I have a certain fondness for the word...-smirks, tempted to make a comment concerning the word 'delicious' in combination of 'bonbon', but refrains- And...it is alright. I...understand...

Bonecrusher:

.....*shifts, moving his arm to loop it around Blackout's waist, pulling him closer*  Are y'okay?

Blackout:

-may or may not have snuggled closer, resting his head by Bonecrusher's- You mean besides feeling like someone has drilled several holes into my head?

Bonecrusher:

*chuckles*  Yeah.  'sides that.  *his claws tick against Blackout's side lightly*  Y'remember what was goin' on while y'didn't have yer memories?

Blackout:

-muses idly, taking a sip from his cube- For the most part, yes. It was confusing, to say the least...-and terribly lonely, but he does not add that, finishing this cube to cover up his silence- I will have to make more sense of it later. To be frank, thinking is really the last thing on my to-do list. -besides, he's content just sitting here next to Bonecrusher and...- Why do you have a cat?

Bonecrusher:

HUH?  ......OH.  *his holo grins, a little embarrassed, and smoothes back the kitten's fur*  ....MOONRACER GAVE IT T'ME FER CHRISTMAS.

Bonecrusher:

'S KINDA CUTE.

Blackout:

...-eyes the animal critically- ...it is certainly 'kinda' something, to be sure. -grabs a new cube, first tossing the previous cube into a drone that had made it towards the ceiling, squashing it well in the process- Does it have a designation?

Bonecrusher:

*his holo continues stroking the kitten's fur, eliciting purrs from the surprisingly well adjusted animal*  ....KINDA JUS' CALL IT "CAT."

Blackout:

...just 'Cat'. -deadpan-

Bonecrusher:

'M NOT VERY CREATIVE.  MY STUFFED OWL ISN'T 'XACTLY CALLED MUCH ELSE OTHER THAN "OWL."  *looks over Blackout briefly*  Y'SHOULD PET IT.  TURN YER SENSORS UP - TH' FUR FEELS NICE.

Blackout:

-snorts softly, skeptical, but...he alters some things around, converting enough power to his holo (man, it feels like forever and a day since he has done this), which appears by Bonecrusher's own, his sensors slightly higher than normal so that when he pets the creature…- .......

Bonecrusher:

*the kitten purrs under the dual assault of two hands instead of one - and woo, someone else paying attention to her instead of just one weird guy! - and Bonecrusher smirks, watching both holos* ....Really did miss you.

Blackout:

-scritchscritchscritch...a slow smile starts to form as he continues to pet the kitten. he doesn't mean to brag, but what with him having Scorponok, he can be quite the expert in the field of petting~ his mech form relaxes more against the other, murmuring something in agreement-

Bonecrusher:

*his smile changes into more of a smile, and he rubs his hand against Blackout's side, optics dimming a bit as the kitten shifts and twists in his arms, aiming for as much lovely, lovely attention as possible.  She's already an attention whore.*