Arcee in Apex Armor
« Uhm, uhm… I dunno why? »
*Impact is not sure what time it will be on Cybertron (is it even still Valentine’s Day?) but she air vents over anyway. Since she still doesn’t know where Rigel’s room is, she finds the hallway they played soccer in, climbs out the window, closes it, and…
…hurls the small piece of bismuth into it as hard as she can.*
Unaware that his quarters would be under siege by his friend, and her projectiles, the mechling perks up when something clatters through the window, hits the wall and finally comes to a rest on the floor.
It didn’t wake up Bevel… He thinks, and scoots off his side of the berth to investigate.
Looking back to the broken window, then back to the mineral, he makes a thoughtful sound and decides to keep it. He’d question why it happened later.
Elita One took notice of the audial fins, her optics widening a little before the smile grew bigger. She’d seen Orion and having the Prime’s newbuild repeat the action was sweet.
"Secrets," she said coyly and brought her pointer finger to her mouth. "Boring grown up stuff as you call it."
"Don’t tell Soundwave," he said plainly, looking her over once before peering past her legs into the room. "Did Grimlock get you rust sticks? If it’s not arms, what is it?"
« Hi! »
He couldn’t really think of anything else.
« I guess not…»
« Okay. »
There was a beat of silence, now it was slightly awkward.
He’ll just wait to see if the other mech says something more or leaves the frequency be.
« Okay. »
Well this was awkward. What were you supposed to do if you had nothing else to say? Would just hanging up not be nice? Should he say something else?
He wasn’t good at this.
He’ll just… Slide away from his Datapad and maybe one of the other mecha would end up talking to the Sawtooth bot. He’d keep an optic on that one though.
Bevel is his sister after all.