The Authoress

Chapter 11: Cutlery

Chapter 11: Cutlery

(M rated for all my fellow robo-booty watchers)(srsly tho, robo-dick warning)

Corvin was on Tumblr. Yes, Tumblr. She had hooked up her laptop to one of the spare data pads and was now surfing the web while sitting on the top of the silo. It was actually really funny; she still had the internet from her world, which meant she had fan art, and fanfiction. All about the bots she was currently living with. Oh, this was great!

Corvin snorted at the post she just read before her face went back into a neutral expression. She looked up several tags, scrolled through her dash, seeing robutts galore and feeling like a delighted pervert when a rather risqué picture of Optimus came up. She hit the reblog button as she cackled internally. She just hoped that no one would look through her laptop and find it a good idea to look at her history. She didn’t want to explain half of it.

“Head-cannon about Optimus and sweets, eh?” Corvin tapped her metal chin in thought. She was a decent baker as a human, what’s to say she couldn’t make some cybertronian sweets?

The femme closed the tap for Tumblr and stood, subspacing the data pad and her laptop, she went down to ask Ratchet a question. Coming down into base she heard the kids saying something about a race.

Oh yeah, the race, Knockout, got it. Corvin didn’t want to get into this one, mainly because she just knew Optimus was going to give one hell of a lecture to all who participated. Nope, don’t wanna do dat, being yelled at by Ops would be sad.

She walked over to Ratchet, making sure to walk a bit heaver to announce her arrival. The medic turned to her.

“What?” He snipped, clearly he had more important things to than speak with her. She smiled brightly, not bothered in the slightest by his tone.

“Would you happen to have any data pads on Cybertronian treats?” Ratchet looked thrown through a loop. He responded dumbly with a ‘what?’ and she smiled wider. “I wish to learn how to make food for us.” Ratchet blinked before giving her a look.

“Why would you want to learn that?” He asked in suspicion.

“Because having the same thing day-in-and-day-out is boring.” She whined. Ratchet rolled his optics before grouchily informing her to look in storage bay 4. She beamed and hugged him tightly for a moment as she said her thanks, making him sputter in shock. She pranced down the hall before he had time to recover. She cackled as she saved the picture she had taken of Ratchets face into her hard drive.

She whistled a loud tune as she walked to storage bay 4, thinking on what she would find. She wondered if she could make rust sticks.

She reached the storage room and opened the door. The room had not been entered in a while, judging on the thick layer of dust that had settled upon the Cybertronian sized crates. Corvin moved through the boxes, reading the labels that had been written in Iaconian. The glyphs were easy to read now.