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[After helping Ironhide, Jetfire had went to get his journal. He'd merely intended to ask a question... But since he'd attempted to challenge himself again when it came to the absolutely dreadful weather, the image that pops up is simply of Jetfire standing at one of the entrances to the barracks, staring out at the snow, for several minutes.]

I... That is...

[He seems to zone out again, having stretched out one arm outside the protection of the doorway, watching snowflakes melt as they meet his armour-plating.]

... Has anyone been here... for long enough to have the data to say for how long this weather is going to last? Or, if not that... The experience to extrapolate how long this colder weather and snow could last..?

[He's not once looking directly into the journal, and his optics are dim, nearly offline. It's hard to say what actually turns the image off when it ends, but whether anyone replies to this, or comes wandering around the barracks, Jetfire is probably quite obvious where he's standing.

He's at least pulled his arm in against his frame, though the small pool of water on the floor would reveal he apparently didn't do it until he got quite a bit of snow on it.]

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That doesn't actually---

[Jetfire had been rubbing the side of his helm, staring - probably not actually registering what he was looking at - out at the falling snow when Starscream's reply actually... went in and the meaning registered.]

... It could, you know. But honestly, Starscream, why are you making that comparsion? I'm not even sure, exactly, how little cold they can take.

Except... humans are made mostly of water, water freezes at not particularly low temperatures... add to that the time it would take to reduce their core temperature with a lack of clothing... Humans are a lot less protected than we are. But even so, a constant low temperature and with no additional fuel for us would---

[Here, Jetfire stops, optics flickering slightly and while he does, partly, turn away from the view outside to frown down at the journal, there's a pinch about his faceplates; apparently not even Starscream being annoying like this going to easily jar him out of this mood.]

I hope you didn't just say that to make me consider all that.

Because, unless this place has been designed as a mass, slow execution device for the organics here, you are going to be fine.

Since, you know it will doubtfully get that cold.

[That... might have helped, except Jetfire lifts his helm to look out at the falling snow, reaching an arm out to catch snowflakes. They're still melting, but the ones falling on the very tips of his fingers aren't.]

Starscream... snow insulates. It's actually slightly warmer... for a given measure of it... if you're packed in snow. It wasn't just the cold.

[He pulls his hand in again, holding it up to his face as he allows more heat through his systems, watching his fingertips start to steam slightly.]

All that snow... Weighing down on me. I tried to get out, you know. Unfortunately I was upright. Melting the snow beneath you isn't a very good idea.

[He so doesn't like dealing with this.]

Then don't go burying yourself in it and nothing will happen.

Yes, because I was absolutely intending to do that.

Starscream... [The earlier snappish voice is immediately gone as he just drags a hand down his faceplates.] I hardly expected this... And it's not about what could happen now it's just... reminding me.

[Except there's a creeping, gripping fear that something, anything, will happen and he'll end up like that again. It was easy to ignore when they went to Omega; there was so much else to focus on. Now though... both time and processor was unoccupied.]

Primus, you annoy me in more ways than you know.

[And he just shuts the journal. But all is not lost because he actually left his room to hunt you down, Jetfire.

And he really wishes he could shove you in the snow when he finally finds you.]

[... Well, he'd kind of expected that to happen. Really, even if he wasn't feeling... out of sorts, conversing with Starscream over distance like this was... hazardous at best. Being hung up (so to speak) on wasn't unusual.]

... that's a bad habit I wasn't expecting to see again.

[Jetfire twitches slightly, shaking the arm he'd had hanging long outside, rubbing that hand. He needs to get out of this doorway, but every time he decides it's time to do so, the falling snow catches his attention again and it's just... hard, to turn away.

He know it's illogical, foolish and unreasonable to expect several tons of snow to just... slam down on him if he turns his back, but Ironhide slipping earlier and the snow not melting on his cooling frame...

Jetfire shakes his helm, closing the journal and putting it away from the moment, crossing his arms. He needs to get back to his room, at the least.

Well, Starscream... you're of an equal size, you could possibly shove Jetfire into the snow!]

For a mech with extra armor plating, you're certainly letting frozen water get the best of you.

[He really really considers doing just that as he walks up. Instead he resigns to just brush passed and out into the snow itself.]

[Well, that's just unfair.]

I was low on energy at the time. Armour doesn't really matter if you can't keep up a decent temperature at all times.

[Jetfire huffs slightly, shaking his helm; technically, he'd been able to, even with the limited fuel resources he had, keep a high enough temperature through all those vorns to keep his processor, circuitry and any finer workings from being damaged.

He'd jeapordized that by waking up a few times, set to certain conditions (like the ice shifting) in the hopes that it'd be little enough ice to let him break through. In the end, he'd had to disable those protocols, because initiating a full reboot cycle was sapping too much energy. Also... onlining his optics to stare and bluish-green ice and the pressure of it wasn't pleasant.]

Keep making excuses.

[Starscream shrugs and reaches down into the snow that has settled on the ground. He actually doesn't particularly enjoy the cold.

But still, he was never one to back down.

He makes a pile of snow in his hands and forms it into a ball.

A ball he lunges right at Jetfire's head.]

Yes, that's obviously an excuse, considering we'd had to go into suspended animation to reduce fuel use--- Starscream!

[Jetfire had been looking away, frowning down at the floor on the puddle of slowly drying water he'd left there himself, and so didn't see the oncoming snowball. He'd partly also ignored it, since it'd registered as 'snow', and there was a lot of that drifting down from the sky.

But Jetfire had ignored one of the prime rules of dealing with Starscream (unless the situation was in your favour): you should never turn your attention from the Seeker.]

What--- Was that absolutely necessary?

[Of course, asking Starscream such a question isn't very useful... Jetfire twitches, brushing away snow, his optics, for a moment, overly bright before they dim to normal levels again.]

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Yes, it was absolutely necessary.

[He laughs and was actually going to make another snowball to fling at Jetfire's face. But as he straightens back up and moves slightly closer to the door frame, fate doesn't shine down on him. A slight rumble of shifting snow from the roofing above before a large section just slides off and falls on top of the seeker.

He let's out a noise and partly disappears under the white pile of snow.]

[If this was supposed to make Jetfire feel better, Starscream was both failing miserably and succeeding most excellently. Jetfire followed Starscream moving about with narrowed optics - though more to be prepared than out of true annoyance, snow didn't really feel like ice - and when the Seeker is partly buried...]

Starscream--!

[Firstly, he's just surprised. It did look funny. The next astrosecond brings a flare of nervousness, even if he can see Starscream partly, still. Finally leaving the doorway, Jetfire strides over, pushing away snow to get to the Seeker beneath.]

Are you... [A pause, and he shakes his helm. His optics are still too bright, and the amusement is partly forced, but...]

If I believed in just retribution Starscream, I think it was just served. Are you all right?

[Why did these things happen to him? He groans out of annoyance instead of instead of being actually harmed by the snow.]

And I believe you just need to shut up.

[He speaks with a grumble and just shoves a hand full of snow into Jetfire's face.]

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[At least he hadn't had the chance to start talking before he got more snow shoved in his face. This time, the reaction is just another huff as Starscream is helped upright... And... If he was someone else, Jetfire would probably have pushed Starscream down again.

Instead he just brushes off the last bits of snow Starscream decorated his face with.]

If I actually listened to that, I'd have had to stop talking millions of vorns ago. I don't think confrontation therapy's going to work in this instance, at least not completely, you know.

[Jetfire's helm angles slightly upwards as he glances towards the white, clouded sky still dropping snow on them, arms crossed. He knows that's not what Starscream had been doing, but it'll annoy him to have Jetfire say it.]

...

[Yes, that annoyed him. So much that Starscream just attempts to shove Jetfire backwards into the snow.]

I'll show you confrontation therapy.

[Well, that worked very well... If Starscream had intended to be dragged down with his victim, because Jetfire reacted by reaching out and he might have regained his balance except he still wasn't perfectly used to being so much shorter than usual.]

[The noise as Jetfire hits the snow-covered ground is almost like an echo of that of Ironhide's fall earlier; a bit more muted, and he'd angled himself to the side instead. And he's not going to admit to the roar his engine made when he went down.]

You do that again and next time I'll make sure you end up under me and break my fall instead of just taking you with me.

[Jetfire's optics are narrow, and the grip on Starscream's upper arm - so strange to not see his hand cover most of that arm - too tight, before he lets go with a slightly staticky huff and "accidentally" flicks a bit of snow on Starscream as he sits up, rubbing the back of his helm.]

Pleased with the turn of events now?

[There's solid ground beneath him and not fathoms of ice that'll just melt the moment he ignites his afterburners. It'll be fine. Absolutely.]

You do that and I'll shoot you.

[Starscream spoke with more of a growl than anything and pulls himself into a sitting position.]

And then I'll bury you myself.

[There's something more aggressive now than when he first came out. There was a real threat there instead of an empty or 'playful' comment.]

[It's not hard to pick up on that, really, and Jetfire frowns slightly, considering Starscream with a tilt of his helm.]

... Starscream?

[The question should be obvious enough; where did that come from? Not that he isn't completely surprised or used to it, but the quick jerk to the left, as it were, was slightly... unusual. Of course, it sort of echoed Starscream's threat from the pit; he had sounded pretty serious about dropping both Bumblebee and Jetfire in there.

And yet he had to go and save the Seeker right after.]

And if I took this [he lifts up two handsfuls of snow after weighing his options to demonstrate] and dumped it on top of you?

[Sorry Jetfire. While its easier for you to drop back into the old ways, Starscream still only considers you a temporary ally. ... Mostly. Maybe.]

You wouldn't dare.

[He glares and points a finger at Jetfire as to further drive in his point.]

[Surpisingly and perhaps a little painfully easy, maybe because you're not precisely as... raw as you were earlier in the war, Starscream.]

No? Who was it that decided it was a good idea to hit me with a snowball?

[Oh, he might not do it, but he's currently calmly forming the snow in his hand into a more proper snowball instead of just holding two handfulls of it. He's also being very precise with his snowball-making. The cold seeping from where he's sitting on the ground is slightly distracting, but there's Starscream right there to keep him focused.]

That is not the point. You try it and I will make you sorry.

[Kind of eyeing Jetfire for any sudden movements.]

I'd think shooting me for the offense of giving back as good as you gave me is a bit... excessive. Especially as we're talking about non-lethal projectiles made of frozen water.

[Jetfire carefully moves the snowball from hand to hand before he just... offers it to Starscream, helm cocked.]

And even if you're quite able and willing to perform certain actions, I am perfectly capable of defending myself.

[Or keeping you under (reasonable) control, Starscream.]

Maybe I just don't like you.

[And when the snowball is offered he goes to grab it and pummel Jetfire in the face ... once again .. with snow.

And then he moves to get up to a standing position.]

[This time, Jetfire is prepared, so the snow hits one hand, and he uses that to grab Starscream's hand and then yank on both that and a leg, dragging the seeker to the ground again.]

Maybe you should consider being a little less predictable.

[He gets up after that, and there's not much else to do but accept what's been said, is there? It's a familiar claim, after all.]

... Did I do something that you're bringing that up again, or were you just busy during the Sunstorm debacle? Starscream, what do you even want?

[He was slightly annoyed that the Seeker was, at the same time as he was obviously still angry with him, still coming to him for help and he did help him. Would he be able to not do that? Maybe. He wasn't sure.

He wouldn't want Starscream to die, if he could help it, but this treatment was a bit... much. As he thought, Jetfire had crossed his arms, expression going cool.]

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