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"...and that's how I escaped from the Planet of Open-Minded Supermodels!"
Daniel stared up at Kup, wide-eyed and not remotely ready to go to sleep. "Really?"
"Yes!" Kup pet Daniel on the head with one finger. "It was just a matter of letting the batteries run out. Nothing to it."
Roddy snorted. "That's not how it went last time you told that story."
"Different story! What, I couldn't have been on that planet twice?" Kup crossed his arms and looked across Daniel's bed at Roddy, sternly. "You're not accusing me of lying, now are you?"
"He so is!" Daniel broke in, giggling. "Liar, liar, wheels on fire!" He tossed the covers off of him and stood up on the bed, grabbing one of his pillows and whacking Kup with it. "Tell me the real story now, Kup!"
"Daniel!" Kup gasped. "Attacking me and accusing me of lying? What has Roddy been teaching you?"
"Nothing you didn't teach me!" Swish-clang! Daniel's other pillow, held carefully between Roddy's thumb and forefinger, struck Kup in cheek.
"Hey, not fair! We didn't have those on Cybertron! And there are only two of them here!" Kup flinched exaggeratedly away from both of them as Daniel and Kup laughed and kept hitting him with their pillows. "Daniel, if you want another bedtime story, you'll have to get another pillow for poor old Kup!"
"If I get one--" Clang, swish, clang! "Will you tell me the real story of the Planet of Open-Minded Supermodels?"
"Of course! Of course! Mercy!" Kup ducked--only bringing himself closer to Daniel's pillow, of course--and started cracking up myself. "And then--I'll tell the story of how I escaped the Battle of the Pillows!"