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I should have known those tweets would end in fanfic, with the twitlist I have… Who also said things like "I bet Gunmax gets that complaint a lot" and things of the like. And considering I ship it like burning… oops, my hand slipped and there was silly fanfic.
That didn't stop the Build Team from competing, though. And with Gunmax recently inducted and the tension between them finally dissipating, they had all the more reason to revisit some of their favorite tales.
Invariably, they always returned to the story of the giant panda. Particularly how it had sat and played with Deckerd and J-Roader like they were mere toys to smash together. Mostly they enjoyed it with a secretive kind of humor; it had been sort of funny, really, and yet they didn't bring it up when Deckerd (or especially Yuuta) was around to possibly misinterpret it as disrespect.
No, it had just been funny, simple as that — and yet Gunmax didn't join their laughter with enthusiasm until Power Joe flippantly reminded them of Deckerd's one complaint of the affair. Gunmax laughed himself silly, as their human friends would say, and didn't stop until he'd apparently exhausted himself.
Shortly after that, he left.
The Build Team glanced amongst themselves. What had that been about? Sure, it was amusing, but…
"These configurations aren't in my databank!"
Now what on Earth was so hilarious about that? Power Joe rubbed the side of his head. Gunmax sure was a strange one — that was all there was to it.
Still, he felt like they had missed something.