It's Love?

by anon12938

Marian thought babysitting would be the perfect chance to stay home with her sister and focus on her art. She didn't expect the kids to get into trouble with giant alien robots every time she turned around, and how was she to know that painting a picture of an Aston Martin would give her a permanent, egotistical migraine? An awkward romance told in 100 word snippets. KnockOut/Oc

190. He Has No Room To Talk

EDITOR'S NOTE:

HI! It's Everon Prime, GK's editor who you should fear right now cause I'M ON A SUGAR RUSH! (just be glad I'm out of Mt. Dew… for now. *maniacal laughter*)

Since GK is a bit busy as of late and will not be able to respond to all the reviews and or questions, if any of you have any questions, feel free to message me! I can respond fairly quickly so long as I'm not in one of my lectures or labs… (college sucks, btw)

So…. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

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Beta: The amazing Everon Prime

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random stuff that sticks out like a sore thumb.

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Chapter 190: He Has No Room To Talk

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Knock Out wrote up a mission update for Breakdown, ordering him to collect a few items for him, attaching a supplies list to his message before hesitating. "Do you humans require wax? What is your preference for cleaning solvents?"

Marian slowly looked up from her painting, giving him a confused look. "What?"

He waved an impatient servo at her. "I won't have a filthy fleshling in my Repair Bay. What do you need to remain clean?"

"Umm... Soap." She offered, eyeing him suspiciously. "Toothpaste, a tooth brush, shampoo, a hairbrush-"

"Well! I had no idea humans required so much maintenance!"