Feb. 1st, 2008 @ 06:43 pm
"No," says Bee, wandering over with one optic peeled toward the sparklings playing with the miniature city. "But I married one."
"That counts too," she says, greeting her.
The tiny city and the kids get a glance from the red femme.
Bee flops down on the nearest thing big enough. "But I never thought about it." She chuckles. "'Sup?"
"Fair enough," she says in response. "I mean, it's not something we nomally think about, huh?" Oh, Nexus.
"How's it going, 'Bee? Been doing well enough?"
"Not really. The Jazz from my reality was like an older brother." Bee shakes her head. Then she looks up at Ata. "It's been alright. Pretty quiet other than the stuff I mentioned in my log. So who're you thinking of dating?"
"Um... it's an alt of someone we both know?" Yeah, getting bashful now.
Bee tilts her head, optics bright with curiosity. Then she blinks. "Uhh, it's not a me, is it?"
"Nope, you're the only Bumblebee ive seen around here lately." She's still gonna make you guess, 'Bee.
"A Ratchet?" The local one says there've been several of those here lately.
"Nope." It is, of course, an Autobot with a visor.
She turns her head to look at the sparklings, who are talking to the tiny people who live in one part of the toy city. Then something that Ratchet and Jazz mentioned pops into her processor and she blinks.
"Yeah." She looks at her curiously. "Have you heard about him from your Jazz, then?"
"He said the guy he and Ratch helped the other day was flirting with you." She turns back to her, and amused and rueful expression on her face at the thought of a Jazz flirting even when dying.
"Yeah, he flirted, alright," she responds, also somewhere between amused and rueful.
"Have you seen him since then?" She tilts her head, browplates lifting.
"But you like him." She grins slightly.
Her engines make a coughing noise. "Um... yep." Hey, the femme has a weakness for mechs like Jazz.
Bee looks down, feeling her faceplates warm. "I don't blame you."