31_days | [Jan 5] [Transformers: Beast Machines] Lovers Quarrel

Title: Lovers Quarrel
Day/Theme: Jan 5 / You're so messy. Please, marry me.
Series: Transformers: Beast Machines
Character/Pairing: RattrapxBotanica
Rating: G

"What are you doing?!" Botanica stood over the techno-organic rat who had made a rather impressive dent in her compost pile -- by flinging half of it across the small yard designated to collecting said compost.

Rattrap turned to her, the peel of some fruit draped across his head. "Scroungin'. What else does it look like?"

The plant-former grabbed the peel in her lower right hand. "It looks like a mess! I told you to help yourself but only if you did not destroy the place in the meantime!" She shook the peel in his face.

"Reeelax, your leafiness. I'll comb through everythin' twice." He twitched his whiskers and snapped the peel out of her hand, munching it down.

Botanica yanked her hands back and studied them even though she knew he hadn't come anywhere close to biting her. She then pointed in warning with her other pair of hands."You had better clean up all of it. A scattered pile does me no good."

He transformed, then shrugged. "Hey now, when was the last time I left a mess, anyway?"

"Last week!" She scowled. "I was raking for hours when I had more important things to do!"

"I thought this heap was important, too?"

"It is! But usually I can leave it alone -- and so will everyone else!"

"I can't help that this is the best buffet in town."

"You could try starting one of your own. There is plenty to go around now, and it would not hurt for there to be more gardens."

"Eh, I ain't got a green thumb like some people. Besides, I don't wanna attract anymore weeds."

"Weeds are plants, too." The anger in her tone was beginning to ebb.

Rattrap smirked. "You would say that."

She moved closer to him. "And what is wrong with attracting weeds?"

"Nothin' really. I'm actually kinda good at it." He tilted his head back, smiling innocently up at her.

Botanica put both sets of hands on her hips. "Are you calling me a weed?"

"Only the prettiest fern in the galaxy."

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"No? Gimme some time, I'll come up with somethin' bettah."

"Then I will. And while you are doing that..." She reached to the side and came back up with a rake, presenting it to him with an admonishing look. "...You can also get to work."

Rattrap took the rake and sighed. "Yes, dear." He started on the loosened bits around the main pile, pausing now and then. "Hmmm..one for the compost, one for me...one for the compost, one for..."