A soft snort of amusement came from the azure colored mech answered by a set of quiet giggles from the silver mech on the other side of the large black snoozing truck that was settled between them. Said truck half covered in bright neon pink sticky notes. Another set of quiet giggles came from the silver mech before falling silent again, working quickly to finish laying out the Topkick with the little slips of paper before the older mech woke up in the middle of it and caught them.

:: How did you FIND these many post it notes? ::

Jolt lifted an optic ridge, grinning at Sideswipe from across Ironhide's bed, continuing to lay post it notes in neat lines across the black surface. The silver warrior smirked in response to the comm., laying down his current post it with a flourish.

:: I've got contacts. ::

:: Contacts. Right. That wouldn't include Epps would it? ::

:: It's a high possibility that I'm not going to deny. ::

The blue mech let out another soft snort, moving to the black fender on his side. The two worked quietly for a while, large grins on their faces. Finally finishing up, the only thing still black on the Topkick was the bed. That would have been pink too but the pair had run out of the sticky little slips of paper. Giving each other a nod, the blue and silver duo hot footed it to the other side of the quiet hanger, slipping out the door and back to the safety of the med bay. Upon reaching the berth with Jolt's previous project, the two stared at each other before bursting out into laughter and whoops, giving each other a hearty high five up in the air. Now all they had to do was wait.

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The black weapon's specialist finally roused from his deep recharge sometime later. Picking himself up on his wheels, he shook himself slightly to shake off the last dregs of recharge's sleepy hold only to feel something....odd on him. Powering up his sensors, the Topkick wiggled on his wheels again, little breezes of air moving on his frame in an odd pattern. Confused, Ironhide ran his sensors over his frame and suddenly felt his lines run cold with surprise and confusion. Little pink slips of paper were stuck to his frame, almost completely encasing him with a new coat of papery neon pink deco. The black mech continued staring at himself in confusion for several quiet minutes of shock before the door opening to the quiet bay had him flip his sensors to whoever it was coming through it.

"Holllly..."

"....Shit."

The small orange and green pair of twins stared at the pink covered Ironhide for a moment before bursting out into laughter, hanging off of each other as they babbled back and forth. The black mech growled, revving his engine angrily but Mudflap and Skids were too busy cracking jokes back and forth to notice him. Patience finally snapping, Ironhide unfolded from his alt mode, making a face as the tiny slips of paper got into uncomfortable places on his frame and rubbed in very odd areas. His frustration at the twins temporarily forgotten, a look of something between horror and confusion came over his face as he tried taking a step forward. Oh those little slips of paper felt WEIRD.

"Ya know, pink looks so dashin on ya," Skids snickered, hanging off of his brother and fluttering his doorwings with amusement.

"Real so-phist-tikated, ya know," Mudflap continued with a howl of laughter, face buried into the red shoulder.

Ironhide growled, forgetting about the sticky notes and lunged for the twins with a roar, "Ah'll get you back for this, you little punks!!"

The twins paused in their mirth and with a yelp, darted out the door not a moment too soon, their previous point on the floor full of angry Ironhide. Several post it notes had fluttered off of his frame and fell to the floor harmlessly behind him, many many more still stuck to his frame and wedged in all sorts of places. With another roaring battle cry, the black mech took off after the twins, catching up with them just outside of the main hanger. Grabbing each by the back of their neck collars, the weapons specialist lifted them up off of the ground with a snarl.

"Ya think this is funny? How DARE ya cover ME with...with WHATEVER THESE THINGS ARE!!"

"We didn' do it!"

"Course we didn' we'da picked a better color than pink!"

The yelling match between the three continued, humans and bots alike stopping what they were doing in the main hanger and staring at the yelling match right outside their door. Two humans specifically were staring in mixed horror and amusement up on the cat walk.

"Epps...?"

"Yeah, Lennox?"

"Is that....Ironhide...covered in pink sticky notes?"

"Well who else is a black large canon toting mech around here?"

The two stared at Ironhide as he threw the twins' heads together, stopping their bickering back at him for a moment as he continued to yell at them. Epps turned his attention to one of the other hangers as three brightly colored mechs exited it, a small smirk working on his face at the sight of Sideswipe's and Jolt's mirrored smirks, not missing their fist pounding behind Ratchet's back. Epps and Sideswipe, 1. Will and Ironhide, 0.

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c: Thank you all very much for adding this story to your watch lists/faves/ and just plain reading it. Greatly appreciated. What started out as a drabble to try and put a little more 'character' into Jolt so he wouldn't just be a....screen blurb. There's more to come, it's just in the process of being written.