12-Orange
12-Orange
AN: When you're so bored you're reduced to staring at the wall...Also 1/4 of the way finished WOOHOO!
Sideswipe lay on his berth completely relaxed and entirely bored out of his processors. He wasn't on the patrol roster, nor would he be for a number of weeks. His latest confrontation with Prowl ensured that. There were no Decepticon helms to bash. They were being unusually quiet.
Sunstreaker was gone doing Primus knows what with Blue. The thought of Nintendo or television didn't seem interesting either. To his left lay Mirage, completely exhausted from Sideswipe's most recent attempt to cure his boredom. There was simply nothing to do. There was nothing to do but stare at the bland orange wall of their quarters.
There were some days, most days in fact, that he grew entirely tired of the color orange. He had to stare at that forsaken color when he walked down the corridors, when he lay in his berth at night, even when he was confined to the brig he was surrounded by orange.
Orange meant confinement, and it stirred something inside of him. It made his fingers twitch, his frame shiver, and he felt like he had to move lest he go crazy. He leaned over and whispered into his recharging lover's ear, "Hey Raji, I haven't paid Red Alert a visit in awhile. Wanna join me?"