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Bulkhead? Ready for your washin'?

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

YES!! Man. I’mm gonna need to washes. Maybe five!

(Bee switches to the soap brush and scrubs off the patch of mud, as well as anywhere on Bulkhead’s body that doesn’t have a layer of pink suds on it yet.) I’m gonna sleep good tonight! You wanna stay over at my house? You can raid the fridge!

We’re both gonna sleep well tonight. After a long rough ride and a good clean we’ll sleep like sparklings!

Primus. I feel like I’ve lost a couple tons. So much mud!

(Bee digs his hands into a few seams, and while the first passes are for getting out the mud, the last few are tickles.) So much fraggin’ BROWN! You look like a Call of Duty game!

A-hehehe, a-hehehehehehe—BEE! That tickles!! HEHEHEHE!!! *Bulk picks up the spray wand and sprays Bee with it*

You can’t do that the switch isn’- (SPRAYED) OH NO HE CAN DO IT!

Aaah, oh no! Oh nooo- oh no, bulk the tired- 

(falls into Bulkhead’s hand with a loud yawn)

*Bulk laughed and smiled softly as Bee fell into his servo*

Best we get dried off and go recharge, huh, Bee?

(wakes up just a little) I’m not TIRED! I’m manly as hell! 

(His head drops again) I’m just resting my optics. … UP I GO, hu- (Slooow stand up) Okay…

Gotta… gotta RINSE! Prevent water spots! (grabs the wand) REady?

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Bulkhead? Ready for your washin'?

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

YES!! Man. I’mm gonna need to washes. Maybe five!

(Bee switches to the soap brush and scrubs off the patch of mud, as well as anywhere on Bulkhead’s body that doesn’t have a layer of pink suds on it yet.) I’m gonna sleep good tonight! You wanna stay over at my house? You can raid the fridge!

We’re both gonna sleep well tonight. After a long rough ride and a good clean we’ll sleep like sparklings!

Primus. I feel like I’ve lost a couple tons. So much mud!

(Bee digs his hands into a few seams, and while the first passes are for getting out the mud, the last few are tickles.) So much fraggin’ BROWN! You look like a Call of Duty game!

A-hehehe, a-hehehehehehe—BEE! That tickles!! HEHEHEHE!!! *Bulk picks up the spray wand and sprays Bee with it*

You can’t do that the switch isn’- (SPRAYED) OH NO HE CAN DO IT!

Aaah, oh no! Oh nooo- oh no, bulk the tired- 

(falls into Bulkhead’s hand with a loud yawn)

Bulkhead? Ready for your washin'?

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

YES!! Man. I’mm gonna need to washes. Maybe five!

(Bee switches to the soap brush and scrubs off the patch of mud, as well as anywhere on Bulkhead’s body that doesn’t have a layer of pink suds on it yet.) I’m gonna sleep good tonight! You wanna stay over at my house? You can raid the fridge!

We’re both gonna sleep well tonight. After a long rough ride and a good clean we’ll sleep like sparklings!

Primus. I feel like I’ve lost a couple tons. So much mud!

(Bee digs his hands into a few seams, and while the first passes are for getting out the mud, the last few are tickles.) So much fraggin’ BROWN! You look like a Call of Duty game!

Bulkhead? Ready for your washin'?

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

YES!! Man. I’mm gonna need to washes. Maybe five!

(Bubbles it is! Bee gives Bulkhead the first pass with the spray wand, knocking off a majority of the mud and sending it into the drain underneath. He sprays some of the much off of his feet and arms, but can’t reach to hit much else. He stops when Bulkhead looks passably clean.) Now do me!

*Bulk picks up the spray wand and aims it at Bee with full force. Excuse him, he’s never used the manual ones before, only the automatic wash.*

(Good thing he had his vents closed for the mud. It’s his own fault for sticking his face into the spray, though. He still gets clean, and much faster than Bulkhead.) 

Okay, now it’s the soapy brush thingy! Transform again and tell me where you feel gross!

In fact, don’t transform, just point!

Uhh…., just everywhere… maybe… *Bulk lifts one of his massive arms and revels a patch of mud*

(Bee switches to the soap brush and scrubs off the patch of mud, as well as anywhere on Bulkhead’s body that doesn’t have a layer of pink suds on it yet.) I’m gonna sleep good tonight! You wanna stay over at my house? You can raid the fridge!

Bulkhead? Ready for your washin'?

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

YES!! Man. I’mm gonna need to washes. Maybe five!

(Bubbles it is! Bee gives Bulkhead the first pass with the spray wand, knocking off a majority of the mud and sending it into the drain underneath. He sprays some of the much off of his feet and arms, but can’t reach to hit much else. He stops when Bulkhead looks passably clean.) Now do me!

*Bulk picks up the spray wand and aims it at Bee with full force. Excuse him, he’s never used the manual ones before, only the automatic wash.*

(Good thing he had his vents closed for the mud. It’s his own fault for sticking his face into the spray, though. He still gets clean, and much faster than Bulkhead.) 

Okay, now it’s the soapy brush thingy! Transform again and tell me where you feel gross!

In fact, don’t transform, just point!

Bulkhead? Ready for your washin'?

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

the-scrappy-stinger:

bulkheadthewrecker:

YES!! Man. I’mm gonna need to washes. Maybe five!

You wanna go to the carwash, or head to my house? (He would be giving wiggly eyebrows, but they’re pretty much unseeable under the mud.)

How about both? We get the really dirty chunky mud off at the carwash and then we get a deep clean at your place. What do you say?

Sounds perfect! (jumps onto his back again) Drive us there and I’ll buy!

Hold on tight! *Bulk says as he speeds out of the muddy field to the nearest town*

(Perfect! A nice pull-in truck wash. Bee hops off as Bulkhead pulls in and swipes his card, putting in about half an hour’s worth of time into the machine.) Spray wand time! You want bubbles or no bubbles?

Bubbles, yes! Its not fun without bubbles!

(Bubbles it is! Bee gives Bulkhead the first pass with the spray wand, knocking off a majority of the mud and sending it into the drain underneath. He sprays some of the much off of his feet and arms, but can’t reach to hit much else. He stops when Bulkhead looks passably clean.) Now do me!

Reuse? (door knock on)

garbagemechcometh:

the-scrappy-stinger:

garbagemechcometh:

Reuse blinks, peeking out the door with a towel on his helm, “Narf?”

Missed nothing! This means you’re clean and warm and wet! (strolls in) That’s my kind of visit!

"Erm, true!" He giggles, tugging another towel from subspace and continuing to swab off the droplets of water. "So, how have you been lately?" 

He hums slightly as he flips the towel over his helm, settling it on his shoulders.

Mellow and happy! (throws himself on the nearest seat, sprawling out and somewhat upside down) And not OUTSIDE enough! I wanna be outside more!

(makin’ midnight energon ice cream)

(leaning on the counter with a glazed expression, imitating the sound of the ice cream maker motor)

a-born-pierrot:

You should punch Bee and steal his recipe for energon rice krispies.
That is a horrible idea.  I already have a recipe for energon rice crispies.  Think he has a recipe for ice cream?  Ice cream sounds good right now.

I do, actually. You want some?