Bonecrusher: *is grumbling, but you know he's much better at hiding it nowadays, clomping to his room and entering, looking about for the stupid slagger who won't just do things without being forced

Bonecrusher: *is grumbling, but you know he's much better at hiding it nowadays, clomping to his room and entering, looking about for the stupid slagger who won't just do things without being forced.*
Blackout: -his hacking and sniffling gives him away for the most part, sitting up on the other's bed and looking a bit disgruntled, not to mention bleary eyed-

Bonecrusher: *sighs as he looks at him, grabbing a blanket from the pile of blankets and tossing it beside the other, before transforming to his alt mode* C'MON. WRAP YERSELF UP AND LET'S GO GET YOU MEDICINE BEFORE YOU DIE OF WHATEVER IT IS YOU HAVE.
Blackout: -stares at it for a moment before grudgingly wrapping it securely about his shoulders- Do you even know where to go? -makes slow, careful work of getting down and stepping inside the other's front seat, not even bothering with the door. coughs into his hand softly-

Bonecrusher: *would roll his optics if it would be visible, but instead just pops his holo into the driver's seat* There's a pharmacy in that stupid town. It'll have to do. *takes it slower than normal - not quite breakneck but you know how it is.*

Bonecrusher: What did you do, anyways? You weren't sick yesterday.
Blackout: How would I know? -sounding a big nasally, since his head is congested- Probably has something to do with getting wet yesterday. I -coughs- might not have removed my clothes quick enough.

Bonecrusher: *his holo mimics driving once they exit the base - mostly defaulting at this point* Coulda just asked me t'help - There's a lot of meds on the net, so we should have a pick. Probably should buy food and alcohol too......
Blackout: -lounges back in the seat, sliding around until comfortable and snuggling into the blanket- Do any of them pop out at you or are we just going to raid the place and hope one of them doesn't give me a bad reaction?

Bonecrusher: *shrugging a bit* Not particularly. Humans have medicine for everything... I assume the labels will at least fill us in a bit. *eyes* Are you going to make a big deal out of the synthetic stuff that you'll no doubt have to buy, or are you okay with that?
Blackout: -coughs some more before leaning his head back, closing his eyes to rest them- Considering the amounts of alcohol I've been ingesting I highly doubt it matters at this point what I toss into this body - it's inevitably going to get slagged beyond recognition. Whichever is the easiest to handle is what I'll prefer.

Bonecrusher: *reaches a hand over to feel his forehead before returning it to the wheel, speed-of-plot making the town looming ahead* The internet does say cheap vodka fixes every problem.... Still. Probably need.... *searching-* Water. And meds - ugh, I really am sick of how many slaggin' types there are - ...food.... *continues rambling to himself about the things they should pick up*
Blackout: -tilts in the direction of his hand for the moment that it is there, the other's cooler projection always in soothing contrast to his fevered skin. for most of the ride he dozed on and off, picking up on the other's voice here and there but not really paying all that much attention till near the end- No idea where to even start...

Bonecrusher: *easily* Usually you start from A and work your way down. Or one. Whichever. *errscreetch - parks quite easily - if definitely over the lines (SUBTLE ALT BONECRUSHER) - and looks over the other briefly* You probably want to come with - to make sure I'm not buying stupid shit - or...? You can stay here if you'd rather.
Blackout: -snorts- As if I'd trust you alone with this matter. -shrugs the blanket off, needing a little tiime to sit up and get out without toppling over-

Bonecrusher: *is patient enough, flinging both doors open and letting his holo slide out like a real boy!* I doubt anyone would ever put their health in my hands, either way. I was just asking - you looked tired. *comes around to the other side, eyeing him* So long as you don't fall over, we're good, right?
Blackout: -wavers on his feet for a moment, but once he's got his balance he's pretty much good to go- That would be the idea.

Bonecrusher: *nods* Good, then. *tilts his head towards the shop and is already moving towards it, actually* Sooner we find something that won't destroy you the better, I'd suspect. The last thing we need is you K.O'ed from some squishy virus.
Blackout: Don't remind me. -scowls, feeling sicker just at the thought of being taken down by an organization not even a human could spot without a magnifier of some kind. proceeds to follow him inside, giving the brightly lit complex a slight wide-eyed look. ooook...wutnoa?-

Bonecrusher: *looks around a little confusedly - definitely didn't look this big on the outside* Slaggin' humans, they have too much stuff... Oh well. Start from one. *heads towards the big sign saying "Aisle 1," reading the sub-headings and trying to get his bearings* We just need medicine. How is everything organized - by slaggin' color?
Blackout: ...-frowns slightly, holding his hand over his eyes to help- Er...there doesn't really appear to be much method to their madness...

Bonecrusher: *eyes the signs warily and then shrugs when they get to aisle 2, pharme...pharm... medicine. shouldn't have drank so much.* At least everything's labeled.
Blackout: ....wait, you were driving around with me drunk? -stares at him ludicrously- That's... ... ... actually, why am I as surprised as I am?

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head* After that spectacular failing at defending your honor yesterday, I needed a drink or seventeen. *shrugs, wandering down the aisle and checking out some of the familiar-looking bottles* Everything tastes like cherries or bubblegum. .....What do those even taste like?
Blackout: ...you didn't have to do that yesterday, you realize. -notes rather softly, looking at all the different kinds of bottles and eyeing their labels from time to time- Divebomb is talented at talking scrap when Lord Megatron isn't around to keep his smartaft in line. And did I not warn you to lay off on your holo, hm? Oh, and in case you missed it - I told you so.

Bonecrusher: *shrugs* Principle of the thing. I even asked Megatron before I went and did anything stupid. And yes, you did tell me so. Doesn't mean I regret it. *grumbles* Only regret that Tracks ended up leaving paint scratches on me, the slagger. *idly picks up some random bottle, reads all of two words, and puts it back* Do they really need sixteen different ways to get rid of a headache?
Blackout: -blinks at that firsts part, pleasantly(?) surprised- You took the time to put in the request...and he said yes? -finds that a little unusual-

Bonecrusher: *smirk* Of course he said yes. I think I was distracting him from something.... more important. But yeah, I'm not about to just off and go after that idiot without Megatron knowing. I don't want to get slagged.

Bonecrusher: *frowns and yoinks something red off the shelves* Google said somethin' about cough syrup bein' different from cold syrup..... *shrugs, eyeing the label*
Blackout: -glances at it over his shoulder, reading it as well- So I merely have a throat problem and not some form of the common cold? -really isn't sure what the difference is. he could have the flu for all he knows-

Bonecrusher: *shrugs* I think you have a cold. Or something like one. I was just trying to figure out what the slaggin' difference is. *sighs and puts it back, reaching for Nondescript Cold Medicine #367* All the labels sound the same. This one tastes like cherries. Good enough for you?
Blackout: -shrugs in turn- It's medication, I have the distinct feeling I'm going to dislike it despite its artificial flavoring. Are we done and can leave now? -no he's not whiney shut up-

Bonecrusher: *sighs and shakes his head* We're here, we might as well grab some food so you don't have to keep mooching off the Lennox-femme and Jeff. And the vodka, remember?
Blackout: ....right, the vodka.
Blackout: -pointedly forgets about real nourishment-

Bonecrusher: ...*pointedly reminds him* And the food.

Bonecrusher: Vodka does not a healthy squishy make.
Blackout: -pointedly ignores-

Bonecrusher: *headshake, starts for the next aisle* Garbage bags, cleaning - no... Hair - no... *:\* They don't need all this slag. Canned goods, yeah. *wanders down* Look for something you actually want to try, would you? Google says soup is good.
Blackout: -trails after, kind of dragging his feet, but does eye some of the goods- So long as it's not a banana I'm not going to be disgustingly picky. -spots some chicken noodle and tomato soup, having picked up the first some...somewhere he can't recall, and the later cause the color ain't too bad-

Bonecrusher: I don't think the banana got you that badly, you know. But fruit sounds right, too. *is just mildly looking over all the foodstuffs - he's got no reason to want any of it so whatever.* And meat. I'm pretty sure we could get the stupid Dinobot with the flamethrower to broil it.

Bonecrusher: ....Technically vegetables too, but I don't even know how to begin with those.
Blackout: Why can't humans just run on one substance and be done with it? -scowls, picking up some of the cans and movving on, wanting to get this hellish task over...and...by Primus above, he's spotted the wine section. and it's huge-
Blackout: -insists on one of everything-

Bonecrusher: ......

Bonecrusher: *sighs and wanders to the front of the store, dragging a cart back with him*

Bonecrusher: It all tastes the same, doesn't it? *:\* Just grab a few.
Blackout: Think of it as...different grades of energon, Bonecrusher. Each have a unique and satisfying quality to them while at the same time getting you slagged face.

Bonecrusher: *shrugs* Right, whatever. But you need non-alcoholic stuff too, you know. Honestly.
Blackout: Coming from you, you'll have to forgive me if I don't take your advice to spark, considering you're as much - if not more - of a drunkard than I am. -grabs like...five...ten...ish-

Bonecrusher: Hey! I only drink because...... *hmphs and crosses his arms* Either way. Humans require food, not just alcohol.

Bonecrusher: And water.
Blackout: Blah blah blah...-mutters under his breath, moving along and keeping an eye out for anything that looks relatively solid or edible. that pudding looks suspicious if you ask him XP-

Bonecrusher: What is your problem with eating, anyways? You didn't seem too annoyed over the food when you were consuming it. *:\*
Blackout: -shifts- You wouldn't understand...-decides on some grapes-

Bonecrusher: *sighs* Yeah, I know I wouldn't understand. Doesn't mean I'm not curious. And it's been a while since you ranted at me, really, so I'm suspecting something's up. Just how it is.
Blackout: I just haven't been all that hungry is all. This is still rather new to me, so the concept doesn't come to mind unless this cursed body makes its complaints known. -huffs, wondering what chocolate is, eyeing a bag of some-

Blackout: -shrugs, tossing in the bag. if he's going to do this he might as well go all in-

Bonecrusher: Hence why we're buying it all now, so your stubborn aft will have something to eat when you realize you're hungry.

Bonecrusher: *eyes the basket* Need water, still....

Bonecrusher: I'll be right back.

Bonecrusher: *wanders off to go get said water*
Blackout: -takes up residence by the cart, leaning heavily against it, still coughing on and off again and hoping the other just hurries up-

Bonecrusher: *is currently trying to find the water - but wth, they don't label anything with water - even if it's the most important liquid on the planet to them. grr.* Stupid slaggin' place, nothing makes sense!
Little Girl: -blinkblink, eyes the open-shirted guy and toddles over behind him, the little girl removing her thumb long enough to ask- What'cha doin'?

Bonecrusher: ......

Bonecrusher: *blink*

Bonecrusher: .....Uh. *blankly* Looking for the slaggin' water.

Bonecrusher: *a child? wtfh.*
Little Girl: Why? -asks simply, popping her thumb right back in her mouth, looking imploringly up at him-

Bonecrusher: ......Because that's what humans drink.

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head and looks - oh woo! Drinks! Therefore, water! wanders off down the aisle*
Little Girl: Why? -asks simply again, following right on his heels-

Bonecrusher: *idly* I dunno. You tell me. *eyes the energy drinks - would Blackout want those? Meh, probably not. ...Fruit punch? :\*
Little Girl: Why? -continues to inquire-

Bonecrusher: *shrugs* Because I'm dumb. *finds the water, tries to decide between packs...* Why are you followin' me?
Little Girl: Because. -nods rather sagely, or as sagely as a little girl under ten can, and tugs on his shirt suddenly- Those scars are weird. How'd you get them?

Bonecrusher: *blinks, looks over at her, then shakes his head and crouches to pull a 24-pack off the shelves* I got them in a fight.
Little Girl: -bends over and gets right up in his face, looking him straight in the eyes- Did it hurt? Like a lot? They look like it would'a hurt. I bet you it hurt.

Bonecrusher: *blinkblink, leans his head back a bit to put space between them* They did. But it was worth it. Don't you have a parental unit to be annoying?
Little Girl: -persists, keeping in close- Who gave them to you? Is he big and strong, like you? -completely bypassing the last question. mommy is boring in comparison to her new discovery XP-

Bonecrusher: *shakes his head a little and shrugs* My boyfriend. *tugs the 24-pack off the shelf*
Little Girl: Oooooh! -sparkly eyes-
Little Girl: Is he your true wuv? He must be!

Bonecrusher: .....

Bonecrusher: Uh. *ahems* What's your reasoning?

Bonecrusher: *heaves the pack up into his arms*
Little Girl: -marvels at his strength, staring open mouthed for a moment before proceeding to gush some more, as only little girls can- Cause my mommy told me that when you really really love someone and want to have little babies with them and grow old together and can only think about that someone and would do anything for them you go on dates and stuff. Mommy has a boyfriend too and does all that! He's not as cute as you though. ^^~

Bonecrusher: *blinks* Uh.... First off. No babies. And second of all I wouldn't do..... Just because I'd do anything for him doesn't mean he's my true love or whatever. And, uh... thanks?
Little Girl: But I'm sure you two would make such lovely babies! D: What would you name them? You should name them Chris. I like that name. -declares swiftly, then adds- Aaaw, of course it means you love him bunches! Why would'a do anything for him if ya didn't? You're so silly!

Bonecrusher: .......*starts back up the aisle.* We can't have babies, sparkling. An' I hate the name Chris. And...... *growls* Yer annoyin'.
Little Girl: >.>;
Little Girl: <.<;
Little Girl: -CLINGS TO HIS LEG-

Bonecrusher: *stumbles!* Augh!!!

Bonecrusher: *GLARE*

Bonecrusher: Get off!
Little Girl: :-D
Little Girl: -holds on tighter-
Little Girl: Give me a ride! Go go go!

Bonecrusher: ...............

Bonecrusher: *defeated, starts walking. Luckily he doesn't need to reduce himself to leg-dragging* I'm going to slag you.

Bonecrusher: *doesn't have the energy to bother fighting at this point*
Little Girl: Weeeeee!

Bonecrusher: *sighs* You gonna let go now? *doesn't want to show up in front of Blackout with a sparkling on his leg D:*
Little Girl: Go faster, go faster! -cheering loudly-
Blackout: -yeah, and, btw? too late. spots him-
Blackout: -looking at him like he's never seen him before-

Bonecrusher: *sighs*
Blackout: ...Bonecrusher, what have you acquired onto your leg?

Bonecrusher: ....She won't leave me alone. *isn't whining, shut up*
Little Girl: -peeks around the other's leg, blinking owlishly at the strange new man. stage whispers- Is that your true wuv?
Blackout: .....

Bonecrusher: ......
Blackout: What have you been telling that thing?!

Bonecrusher: She's the one who came up with it!

Bonecrusher: She won't leave me alone!

Bonecrusher: *to her* And that's my boyfriend. Not my.... didn't we go over this?
Little Girl: -giggles, still clinging- He's cute too~

Bonecrusher: *smirk*

Bonecrusher: Well. She has taste? *looks from her to Blackout innocently*
Blackout: That's debatable. -eyeing them both critically-
Little Girl: ...he doesn't look so good, though. -notes suddenly- Have you not been taking care of him?! D: What kind of boyfriend are you?

Bonecrusher: .....

Bonecrusher: *shifts the water in his arms* It's his fault.
Little Girl: Bad boyfriend, bad boyfriend!
Blackout: -wondering if something is wrong with this child, and strictly stays near the cart-

Bonecrusher: *growls and tries to stalk to the cart - that would be better if he weren't being clinged to - and puts the water in the basket*

Bonecrusher: It's not my fault he drinks and doesn't eat.
Little Girl: -gasps! D:
Little Girl: Drinking bad too!

Bonecrusher: There are worse things in the world.
Little Girl: Shaaaaaaaaame.
Blackout: -contemplating getting a crowbar-

Bonecrusher: Look, kid. My boyfriend is sick and I needa get him back to bed. Yer gonna have to let go eventually.
Little Girl: ...why?

Bonecrusher: Because we're scary, vicious monsters and if you don't let go I'm going to send my monster friends to live in your closet.

Bonecrusher: *deadpan*
Little Girl: ...why?

Bonecrusher: .........

Bonecrusher: *looks at Blackout* I'm trying to decide if she's more or less annoying than Tracks.
Blackout: They're about even. -states flatly, before coming to a sudden decision. kneeling down, he whispers something in her ear-
Blackout: -perks up-

Bonecrusher: *blink.*
Little Girl: -makes a happy sound, aaaand...bounds off!-

Bonecrusher: ........

Bonecrusher: *stares at Blackout* What did you tell her?
Blackout: Nothing of importance. -innocent, goes back to pushing the cart along-

Bonecrusher: ......

Bonecrusher: No. Really.

Bonecrusher: *follows* What did you tell her?
Blackout: It's a secret. -smirks, snagging some apples. he apparently likes red things-

Bonecrusher: ......But... Secrets are bad! *D:* And who are you expecting to pay for all of this?

Bonecrusher: *is finally noticing just how much stuff is in the cart*
Blackout: I'm just good, let's leave it at that, hm? -finally states evenly- Alright, anything else you've dined for me to have or can we leave now?

Bonecrusher: .....Nah. I'm just.... *frowns and looks at the doors, then the registers, then the cart* ....Trying to figure out how to get this out there.
Blackout: -smirks, pulling out a shiny little plastic card- The humans make it too easy to replicate things. -is apparently Officer Blackened of some precinct, with quite the hefty cashcard attached-

Bonecrusher: ........*brightly* Yeah, totally worth it. *nods towards the registers* Let's get the slag outta here.
Blackout: Agreed.
Blackout: -does so! yay for self check outs and paper bags-

Bonecrusher: *woo! is about to become a glorified shopping cart himself but w/e right?* See? Not as bad as you thought it'd be, huh.
Blackout: Indeed, then again it helps not being the one carrying around the three-foot leech on my appendage.

Bonecrusher: I couldn't help it. She wouldn't leave me alone. *side doors swinging open as they go outside, holo easily throwing like two bags at a time into the back* Kept buggin' me.

Bonecrusher: Hate kids.
Blackout: -chuckles- I don't know...she suited you quite nicely. -can't quite haul all that much, what with still being sick, but he tries anyway. is stubborn don'tcha know-

Bonecrusher: What's that supposed to mean? Fleshling children are disgusting and ask really awkward questions.
Blackout: Sounds like an alternate way of digging holes, if you ask me.

Bonecrusher: Would you rather me ask really awkward questions? *dryly, putting the last two bags in*
Blackout: You can certainly try, but I won't guarantee you'll enjoy the results.

Bonecrusher: Hm. *smirks* Handcuffs or rope?

Bonecrusher: *doors close, and the front ones swing open*
Blackout: Sandwich to the face or whap upside the head? -answers with a question, getting back inside-

Bonecrusher: *slides into the driver's seat, mimicking his response* Against a wall or on a desk or in a bed?
Blackout: The wires in your foot, neck or chassis to be forcefully removed? And by removed I mean merely first. -does the same-

Bonecrusher: *grins as his engine starts and leans over to whisper in his ear* Would you rather me bite your neck or your ear?
Blackout: -...wow what the slag was that that just ran through him? if emotional thrill could turn into lightening, he just felt it...- Where do you want your next set of scars - your arms or your face?

Bonecrusher: *backs out and heads down the street, still against his ear* Do you want to top, or should I?
Blackout: -his breath hitches without his meaning to, though this time it has nothing to do with his cold- What makes you think there will be any of that at all?

Bonecrusher: *shrugs and licks his ear with a smirk on his face* I dunno.
Blackout: -shudders-

Bonecrusher: *grins* So... *whispers* Wanna answer any of my questions?
Blackout: ...why not just find them out yourself?

AND HE DID. WHILE DRIVING. FADEOUT~~~ ;D