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"Detective, you've barely even touched your tea."

Leon just glared at the Count, taking a courtesy sip from his dainty tea cup. He seriously felt a cavity forming as he swallowed. Just how much sugar went into the tea? And wasn't jasmine tea supposed to be sugar-free? He tried not to think about explaining all this sugar intake to his dentist as the Count returned with a tray full of more savory treats.

The cop didn't hesitate. He grabbed a hot veggie bun and began munching down. It was heavenly, as were the pot stickers with a lightly sweet soy sauce. As he bit into his third helping, he noticed the Count politely sipping his tea.

"Tho why aren't you eating?" He asked cautiously.

"I'm saving my appetite for dessert." The Count replied coolly.

"Oh yeah? And what'th for dethert?"

The Count put his cup down and moved next to the detective. With a knowing smile, he lean in and moved to palm him. He whispered, "You are."

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He's what the humans call a "moron". As one of the Seekers, Skywarp was an aerial combatant. Unfortunately, he wasn't very effective without supervision. And he liked playing pranks with his abilities as opposed to fighting.

Yet Mirage still had a soft spot for the oaf. Perhaps it was because they had similar abilities, or maybe it was because he had this iridescent gleam in the moonlight. Or because he just teleported into the Autobot base undetected, just so they could be together.

"You're going to get caught," Mirage warned the Decepticon.

Skywarp just laughed and put an arm around the other. "I care. Let's go out and enjoy the night before your allies spot me." With that, he pulled Mirage into a hug and teleported them out of Autobot Headquarters.

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Another night, another girl. Tony woke up to yet another random stranger in his bed. He sat up without disturbing her, ambling towards the kitchen. It took him a while to find due to the pitch darkness, and he didn't want to activate Jarvis for something so trivial. The bright lights of the kitchen almost blinded him as he reached for a bottle of whiskey.

"Meow."

The hell? Tony looked around, convinced he was hearing things.

"Meow."

Okay, that's it. He began to search for the source of the noise. When he looked out on the balcony, he saw a tiny black and white kitten. It pawed at the glass, too small to set off anything... yet. Groaning, he tried to shoo it away. He admitted defeat when it wouldn't leave and he let it inside. He put down a saucer and filled it with some milk before sitting down with his own drink. After a few sips he yawned, settling down on the table, falling fast asleep. Within moments, the kitten climbed up his chair and over his sleeping frame. It nestled itself in the crook between his curled arm and neck, purring as it too fell asleep.

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He jauntily walked up and down the aisles of patients, watching them sleep. No one knew he was here; no one had to know. Most of them looked like they were doing well, but there was one young boy at the end who was writhing in his sleep. The towering figure went over to the boy and put an obscenely hand on his forehead. A fever. He shook his bag-covered head and reached into his bottomless bag. A couple of moments later, he produced a bottle with the inscription, "Faust's Fever Reducer and Possible Cure-All Tonic!".

With two quick looks around, he carefully poured the liquid into the boy's mouth. He gagged slightly, but after that, he opened his eyes. He yawned and smiled at the bag-face doctor, who was about to be busted by the nurses. Quickly, the doctor pulled out his umbrella and took off outside the window. "A doctor's job is to save liiiivvvessss!" He shouted as he drifted up and away.