Since you're too young for 'Sexual Sunday' let's do a 'Sound Sunday' question instead: Can you play an instrument? If so what is it? [Singing counts!]
Anonymous

Not really.

I don’t know a lotta songs.

notawarhero:

"I did." He wraps an arm around Rigel’s midsection loosely, opening the goodie box with one hand. "I brought stuff for everybody, and I think I gave everyone else their presents.. You should see the growing crystal I gave Ratchet sometime, it’s really pretty."

He scoots a datapad over using his ped and grabs it, sandwiching it between his leg and Rigel’s, and shoves a few energon goodies in his own face with his trademark lack of table manners.

His normal pep was lost in favor of pensive looks up at the bigger mech and then down to his own servos. The information was understood but he still felt strange. Like static.

"Oh," he finally answered, reaching across Bastions’ thigh to grab a few of the gelled treats. "Why didn’ ya say you were here earlier?"

-Hands Rigel a picked Dandelion- Now all you gotta do is blow on it so the seeds fly away, and make a wish!

A wish?

He looked over the puffy little plant and closed his eyes. A deep intake and he gently blew on the puffs.

"Will they make more?"

bevelledconstruction:

Someday her trust in someone is going to fail. That day is not today. Rigel might be a big jerk sometimes, but he is offering to help her and there’s an inarguable bond. Even if they aren’t split-sparks.

"I want to live in an apartment. Where was it? Can we go see it?"

"Uhm. I don’t… ‘Member where it is," he answered, hauling himself up on their creators berth with a leap and tug before trekKing across the surface to get to the stack of datapads on the other side.

"Whatcha wanna read?"

*Clank clunk, somebody's coming through the vents.* Rigel~!

spitshineandhammertime:

big-shoes-to-fill:

[He’ll look up and scoot over to said vent, holding it up]

Hey…

*She’ll hold you as long as you need, Rigel. She’s still not sure how to help, so she settles for gentle shooshing noises and rubbing his back.*

An’ S-Sawtooth told me I wasn’t good for not fightin’ him.

[A deep intake that makes him cough forces him to rock back on his legs]

I jus’ don’t wanna fight nobody an’ I was upset but I didn’ know and now I do an’ I don’t want nobody to get hurt cus’a us. Specially not you.

*Clank clunk, somebody's coming through the vents.* Rigel~!

spitshineandhammertime:

big-shoes-to-fill:

[He’ll look up and scoot over to said vent, holding it up]

Hey…

You’re not evil! *The frantic patting continues.* You’re Rigel and you’re nice and brave and fast and cute and you make paper stars and you read to Bevel and you don’t hurt people! You’re good, Rigel, you’re good!

[He’s gonna just hold onto you a little while longer, Impact.]

[Sometimes you have to get these feelings out and you’re the lucky mecha!]

bevelledconstruction:

Well, that explained it then. Bevel nodded, accepting the answer for what it was, trusting he had told her the truth.

"What was Cybertron like?"

Silent relief. Good sister. Don’t ask too many questions he can’t answer.

"Not like this," he replied flatly, looking about the hallway. "There were a bunch’a more mecha and we had n’ apartment. Uh, kinda like th’ base, but smaller." Rigel glanced back up to her. "Y’know like our quarter’s sized."

bevelledconstruction:

"When you were my age?" she finished for him, trailing after him with heavy steps. "Were you created on Cybertron, Rigel?"

That seemed like an important question. She had been brought online on Earth and everyone else was so much older. Even Rigel. Surely they must know so much more than her. Like how to read without wanting to throw the data pads down in frustration. She broke enough equipment.

"Yeah," he replied to both questions at once. Forging ahead despite the wobbly mech behind him until he realized that would have been impossible with what had happened in this timeline.

"Uhm… Before… Dad came to Earth."

*Clank clunk, somebody's coming through the vents.* Rigel~!

spitshineandhammertime:

big-shoes-to-fill:

[He’ll look up and scoot over to said vent, holding it up]

Hey…

*…he’s crying. He’s crying! What does she do!?*

I-it’s gonna be okay, Rigel! I can fix it!

*Slightly frantic back patting.*

He don’t even know me-

[A hiccup of a sob]

M’ not evil M’pact I swear it. M’ not like Optimus neither. M’ not like no body M’ jus’ me.

*Clank clunk, somebody's coming through the vents.* Rigel~!

spitshineandhammertime:

big-shoes-to-fill:

[He’ll look up and scoot over to said vent, holding it up]

Hey…

*She lets him rest his head there, wrapping her arms around him and holding him tight.*

Good! I like making things better.

[He’s not crying you are.]

[Flat digits grip to her armor and hold her equally tight. Don’t leave.]