|[meme]: You're really pretty.|
Chinhands. “Oh, just a human. Sort of. Hi there.”
Ah uhm human? *The mech looked rather sceptical now.* You mean one of those planet-earth-meatbags? Seamless, bouncy, squishie -fluff-on-top-people?
"Yes, that’s what I am. Human. Planet Earth. Small-ish fleshy critters." Pause. "Though I’ve got a few extras most humans don’t have normally, doesn’t alter the fact I am human." He raises a brow. "Problem?"
*There it was again. The eternal conflict of staying polite and actually speaking his mind. LC was like the crown of the clishé when it came to cybertronian views upon organic life. All he could see in humans where their whole organic things, What they put into their bodies and what came out again. He had his prejudice always readily available and on top. had some nasty experiences with them as well.*
Oh now that you ask directly, Yes! Yes problem indeed! You spew and you drizzle and you transpirate and you barf! Organics have their weird and scientifically curious ways and I am not ever gonna do business with any of you, do you understand me little fleshy? Somebody tried that before! Its a NOPE!
That gets Riou attention and he raises a brow. Well, he was honest at least. ”Is that so? Well, I’m not sure what you’re the business of doing, but that’s fine. My intention wasn’t to uh, acquire your services in the first place. It’s sort of difficult to do that when I don’t even know what you do. in the first place.” A pause.
"You are definitely not a scientist, or a soldier, unless you happened to be related to Sunstreaker and thus keep your finish in impeccible condition. You don’t have the air of a Noble like Mirage or Tracks, and you’re most certainly not a Senator either, or at the very least, if you are in fact a Senator, you’re not a conservative one. Hm. probably a star of some kind. Movies perhaps?" A tilt of his head.
"In any case, you’ve no need to worry. I didn’t say hello to begin business transactions. Merely friendly greetings, that is all."