continuation from this >x<
A shivering cable slithered out to sweep most of the scattered equipment back into the cupboard, then closed the door halfway. In the back of his mind, Yaatree knew it was pointless to hide, but hunkered down between the bottles with Frenzy anyway. Could a driller look sheepish, or guilty? This one certainly seemed to.
Rumble frowned briefly, but turned towards the door and projected an air of cheery innocence. Anyone who knew Rumble for longer than ten clicks knew better than to believe it, of course.
“Soundwave, while you are always welcome to visit, I must inquire as to why the sudden inspection of my laboratories.” The steady click of Soundwave’s footfalls did not hesitate, but Shockwave’s heavy footfalls stuttered as though he had missed a step.
Spinflask somehow managed to continue looking nervous even with his EM field entirely contained and no visible face, and he kept his alt’s simplistic optical sensors on Soundwave. Shockwave seemed- not angry, clearly, more like- what, flustered? Oh, there had been something about- yes, right, trying to get Soundwave’s attention, but-
Soundwave did not seem to want the attention. Soundwave seemed angry. At what? Did he- did he object to the courtship? Maybe, but- there was something else, there- there was-
The restraints. Soundwave had been a Pit fighter, and not by choice, everyone knew as much. Which would… potentially make any sort of forced employment rather… distasteful, yes?
Rumbly froze with a comical expression his face, half crawled onto the table. Shockwave visibly deflated, armor and fins slick back in apprehension.
Inside the cupboard, Yaatree and Frenzy shared a horrified look and clung together.
Spinflask felt the dread in the room and cringed, armor clamping down as far as it would go, but didn’t dare to move. Even when Soundwave touched him. Silently praying to nothing in particular that he hadn’t messed up, Spinflask lowered his shaking winglets in a submissive gesture, hoping those claws weren’t about to curl around to his throat.
They didn’t.
In fact- oh!
Spinflask made an undignified squeaking noise as he was picked up, fear giving way to surprise and confusion, and watched wide-opticed as he got a close-up look at- oh my. At Shockwave being scared speechless. It… would seem he’d picked the right protector, then. Who was now carrying him.
Both servos fluttered awkwardly for a few seconds, then Spinflask carefully settled his servos on Soundwave’s arm, more than willing to just be carried. He flinched at the sound of vials breaking, but- no, no, that was probably for the best, who knew what Shockwave had intended to do with those? And the thud was rather satisfying.
Approximately one molecule of sass stirred to life at the sound of Shockwave being introduced to gravity, and Spinflask dared to glance up at Soundwave’s hidden face, speaking so quietly that it probably wouldn’t have been heard by anyone else. “…well. Even I know this isn’t the- the expression one hopes for when- when courting. Thank you, sir, I-”
How did one express their gratitude in this situation? And- the driller, he’d seemed- oh, but that was definitely the sound of laughter, apparently that situation was… controlled? And as for gratitude, Spinflask unfurled a field shaky with gratitude/relief/awe, then immediately furled it out of existence in case it wasn’t wanted. Not an uncommon trait among tool-mechs of any sort, people didn’t generally want their centrifuge to have an EM field.
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