"Eurgh..." Dreadwing's face pulled into a grimace of disgust as he poked at the spongy, golden mass in the tub with his fork. Skyquake glanced over at him, cheeks crammed with the energon burger he'd been eating.
"Whush wung?," He asked, talking with his mouth full. His twin glared at him across his shoulder guard, then back down at his lunch.
"Carrier's cooking... I'm not entirely sure what abomination she has bestowed upon my unsuspecting lunch box today, but...," He gave his lunch another pointed prod with his fork. It made a squelching, sticky sound in protest to the harsh treatment.
Skyquake rolled over from leaning on the metal tree, onto his stomach with his chin on his twin's knee. "Lemme try some!," He exclaimed.
"Hrm, fine..." Dreadwing scooped up some of his lunch, holding the fork in the air as his twin pushed himself up, taking the supposed food into his mouth and chewing happily.
"It's sweet!," He grinned. Dreadwing grimaced once again; he hated sweet food. Why did his carrier keep forgetting that? "I'll have it if you don't want it."
"Help yourself," The blue Seeker Drake replied with a sigh, holding up his lunch box to be taken. Skyquake's grin just widened, and he opened his mouth with teasing expectancy. "... You've got to be joking."
"Uh-uh!" With a resounding growl, Dreadwing once again scraped up a fork full of the substance, feeding his brother rather reluctantly. As the green Drake chewed, he suddenly decided he was thirsty. "Cin I haff thum jooth?" He asked, again with his mouth full. Dreadwing scowled harshly.
"You're a pig," He snarled, then reached for the flask and poured out some rocket fuel. Skyquake snatched up the cup and took one great gulp, swallowing the entire contents of the cup in one fluid motion, as well as a lot of air. "Savour some of—" Dreadwing very near screamed when Skyquake involuntarily let out a thundering burp.
"Oh... so that's how I got my name...," He chuckled bashfully, sensing the impending storm as his brother's wings hitched up in rage.
"You ill-mannered, disgusting boar!," Dreadwing shrieked. "Why can't you just be polite for once in your life?! Are we really two halves of the same spark?! I can't believe my other half is such a revolting slob!"
Skyquake's wings opposed his brothers', drooping at the scolding but keeping his apologetic grin. "Aw, come on Blue, it was an accident!," He offered, wings twitching, as if trying to perk up again.
"You're a pig!," His twin screamed.
"You're a prude!," Skyquake retorted.
"You're a vile, ungrateful mongrel!"
"You're adorable when you're mad!"
Skyquake's grin turned to one of smug triumph, wings hitched up in an acute V as Dreadwing fell quiet, then begrudgingly dug the fork into his lunch and held it up for his brother to eat.
Digging through my Prime folder, dolling things up.
Hail to the princess, baby!