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!
Soundwave looked at Spinflask, still curled against his chest. He was still furious at Shockwave, more so now for how the scientist had treated Spinflask. Soundwave brushed a finger across Spinflask’s back in a reassuring manner, pleased at the small gesture.
Spinflask’s vents hiccuped apprehensively at the touch, but, much to his relief, Soundwave seemed to be attempting to reassure him rather than anything else. And then there was the COMM, and the affection. The latter clearly wasn’t directed towards him, but it was… less than intimidating.
Daring to look around, Spinflask tilted his helm and lifted one winglet, starting to look curious more than afraid. After a moment or two, he placed a servo on one of the cables cradling him, fingertips running over the smooth curve. He moved his servo back to Soundwave’s arm plating quickly enough, not wanting to annoy his savior, but- well, surely he could be excused for a moment of curiosity.
.:You have my eternal gratitude. I will gladly answer any questions you can come up with- anything. And… if you would tolerate my presence, I…:.
Duo. He wanted to stay with Duo. They were sweet, they were caring, they- Primus, they liked him. Wanted to hold him. He wanted to go with them, but they were… were who knew where, out in the world somewhere. And he didn’t dare ask Soundwave to find them, they were former Autobot bio-weapons manufacturers- he might kill them. So, for now, he would… he could stay with Soundwave.
.:If you are willing, I would like to stay with you for now. I am not made to be self-sufficient. I can try to be helpful, and, at the very least, I can be very quiet:.
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