irritated by the lack of action and not willing to risk confrontation with an unknown bot, Shrapnel transforms and scurries off

(with a shriek he is thrown off while taking some energon covered plating with him. he cackles and slurps it up quickly before scurrying off into a hole to hide.)

“stupid predacon trying to be my next snack, snack!”

hunching low now, pacing back and forth and waiting for the other to make a move.

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on my way to da liqua sto

where is bombshell, bombshell? tired of thinking up my own plans, plans! he loves being the boss, boss…

low hissing sounds from shrapnel as his wings flare up to make him look bigger. pincers snap loudly, sparks coming off them.

staring right back.

“no one teach you manners, manners?”

wings fluttering in agitation. always hungry…

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'' 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 --
𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚 .ᐟ

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"Please don't thank me, I did it because I wanted to more than anything."

low cackles come from Shrapnel as teeth dig into the others metal flesh and energon begins to flow into his mouth. he doesn’t much care for the blows, given he can always scrounge up materials to fix himself later