Vortex: *does Literally Anything*

Vortex: *does literally anything*

The entire Combaticon Team:

"Well, Fulcrum, I think you'll fit in just finnnne." Vortex said his voice slurred over. "But hey, I'd watch out for mechs like Motormaster and Astrotrain, they'd eat bots like you for breakfast~" He purred in a sing songy tone.

"But me, I'm your friendly neighborhood helicopter, although a bit crazzzy." He said gigglingnto himself.

(Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT) OOF Vortex had been drinking 'just a little bit' in the base's rec room that night. He was just about to head back to his hab suite when he stumbled over his own pedes, tripping to the side and shoving a smaller tan mech into the wall with a loud grunt. "Oh slag- didn't see ya there." He rumbled servo scraping against the wall to get jis balance.

Fulcrum attempted to regain his balance. He took a moment before he looked back up at the bigger mech. Any reply that he had left his processor when he saw how much larger he truly was.

“It’s, uh,” Fulcrum said, “it’s fine. No problem at all.”

He eyed the mech warily, trying to determine whether or not he had said the right thing.

"I'm alone, every one transfers out of my room when they get assigned. But hey, heh." He said with a shrug before sighing and rubbing his helm. "I don't know how many live there but enough that everyone else has a roommate." He grunted

(Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT) OOF Vortex had been drinking 'just a little bit' in the base's rec room that night. He was just about to head back to his hab suite when he stumbled over his own pedes, tripping to the side and shoving a smaller tan mech into the wall with a loud grunt. "Oh slag- didn't see ya there." He rumbled servo scraping against the wall to get jis balance.

Fulcrum attempted to regain his balance. He took a moment before he looked back up at the bigger mech. Any reply that he had left his processor when he saw how much larger he truly was.

“It’s, uh,” Fulcrum said, “it’s fine. No problem at all.”

He eyed the mech warily, trying to determine whether or not he had said the right thing.

Max walked along side the taller mech softly snickering. "Sometimes your daddy, needs to be teased." Max said with a smirk that made Augustus kick her pedes out in a small huff.

A small femmling hugs a little turbofox plushy to her chassis while shyly walking up to the giant mech. "H-hey mi-mistew." She called up to him softly, her red optics bright and wide. Two finials lay in front of a pair of small smokestacks. Her little fingers twinned in the soft fringes of the turbofox as she looked at the mech's large helm.

Overlord was sitting and actually reading. Until he heard a small voice. He groans and looks. “I’m a bit busy ya know.” He frowns until he saw the botling. He blinks a bit. “Are you lost?”

Vortex hummed with arched optical ridges. "You knownit's broader just to say 'No'." The copter said before giggling to himself. "I've got morning shift as well, but as long as I'm not crawling onnthe floor. The boss doesn't really care." He said with a shrug.

He then plucked the cube from his hold and transformed his battle mask away to reveal heavily scarred faceplates. "I don't think you'll be drinkin' this right?"

(Send “OOF” to pin my muse against the wall by ACCIDENT) OOF Vortex had been drinking 'just a little bit' in the base's rec room that night. He was just about to head back to his hab suite when he stumbled over his own pedes, tripping to the side and shoving a smaller tan mech into the wall with a loud grunt. "Oh slag- didn't see ya there." He rumbled servo scraping against the wall to get jis balance.

Fulcrum attempted to regain his balance. He took a moment before he looked back up at the bigger mech. Any reply that he had left his processor when he saw how much larger he truly was.

“It’s, uh,” Fulcrum said, “it’s fine. No problem at all.”

He eyed the mech warily, trying to determine whether or not he had said the right thing.

I drew some trolls/gargoyle boys-