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[stabbywheelfeet]

[ACTION: 5718 Cunningham Lane]

[Well, now that the Carnival business seems to be settled, what's there to worry about? Not much, from this Autobot's perspective.]

[Enough to where he's currently sprawled lazily in the driveway of his house, spraying off his wheels with a hose. It's not a power-washer, but it'll have to do. Plus, it sort of feels good, to get the grit and whatnot out of his tires.]

[Fortunately, he seems to be in a fairly good mood, occasionally spraying the hose up into the air, so, it looks to be a good time to approach the giant alien robot, if you so desire.]

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[notintwopieces]

[It's kind've hard to miss the big bot sitting in the driveway when he comes looking for him, and Jazz smirks from behind his shiny little visor as he walks up, his hands stuffed in his pockets.]

Havin' fun, mech?[He keeps himself light on his toes, though he doesn't show it outwardly. He understands this Sideswipe is not the Sideswipe he's used to. That much is obvious. But at least on the surface, his behavior hasn't shown him to be all that different. And back home, a Sideswipe in a happy, seemingly-playful mood usually ends in shenanigans. He won't be surprised if he ends up soaked from a mischievous blast from that hose.

But then, he's head of Special Ops for a reason, and he always gives it right back to the red mech as good as he gets back home. That particular smirk on his face would have been almost a dare, to the Lamborghini. Still. He is here for a reason...]

Wan'ed t'talk to yah 'bout somethin'.

[stabbywheelfeet]

I'd be having more fun if someone were here with me, but apparently he's occupied, so...

[He trails off, leaving it at that. Instead, he goes back to spraying his wheels. As if he couldn't be bothered to look at who he was speaking to.]

[Wheels finished, he moves up to his legs. So very nonchalant about the whole thing.]

And what's that?

[notintwopieces]

[Occupied, which means "he" is someone in Mayfield. Which would most likely mean-...]

Aah, yeah, Jolt? What's he up to? Are you two mates? [Gossip, friendly chitchat, or just mild curiosity, regardless of what Sideswipe chose to think of the question, Jazz had always taken a very keen interest in the lives of the Autobots around him, for a variety of reasons. At the moment, it helped that whether they were from obviously different worlds or not, Sideswipe had always been one of the mechs he'd considered one of his closest friends.]

Mainly gettin' the frag outta dodge. Back home, Sideswipe I knew loved gettin' t'wreak a little havoc on an' off the battlefield. How 'bout you? I got ideas, if y'wanna hear 'em.

[stabbywheelfeet]

[He lacks eyebrows, or anything like them, but his expression suggests an arched one all the same.]

There's a quick conclusion to jump to.

[Unless Jolt had said something, which he sort of doubts. Jolt wasn't the type to. He taps a thumb over the top of the hose, spraying his other arm off now.]

Any ideas I had, we've already tried. We have tried for over two years now. Information is exhausted by now, unless the carnival turned up something useful for a change.