âThe pit did they have against those in unions?â Sideswipe asked, frowning with enough of his face that it was actually visible. That downturn tick to his mouth really looked out of place after all the time he spent smiling.
One mightâve said that it could herald bad things, but honestly, unless you considered Sideswipe crying a bad thing, nothing ever really came out of it. Smiling was where it was at if you were about to slag someone.
But crying he could do. When given a reason.Â
Sideswipe did take notice of the offer of fabric thingy to wipe himself with, and even if it wasnât needed, it was a nice thought. Breakout got a flash of a smile for his trouble. Appreciated!
It wasnât the end of positivity either, because Sideswipe went on to laugh at the notion that heâd managed to create something unforgettable for Breakout. Mission success then, no? âEy, think about when going to recharge and leave it as your last thought~ Wholesome stuff, innit?â Like come on, whoâs he slitting his throat for here? Contrary to whatever someone might think, he doesnât do it as a party trick. Itâs not much of a trick anyway if everyone knows itâs ultimately harmless. The shock factor of willingly mutilating yourself doesnât go that far either, folks would catch the word and start expecting it soon enough.
No, it was a thing best done rarely and only for a worthy cause. Such as education! Education was important.
âIâve been blown to bits plenty, from the inside tooâhaving an explosive shoved into your chassis isnât fun, just sayinââbut not the⊠Full frame ignition that energon would be,â Sideswipe laughed. Then the amusement smoothened out though, somehow. It was still there, but not in such a force.
And when he said, âSunnyâs had it happen to him, though,â without elaborating any further, it was probably explained enough. It wasnât so serious he wouldnât have wanted to mention it, but it could be surmised to be one of the more severe near death experiences theyâd had.
He made an offended sound soon after. Fake one, but still. âI have hobbies! But I need some excitement and spice too, you know? And itâs one of my hobbies. I mean, not cutting my throat or anything, but dangerous things. Adventures! Nothing beats adventures. Besides, most of the time when someone ends up coming along, they have fun! Sparky always does.
ââŠWell, except that one time Sunny went kinda uhhhh crazier than usual and nearly killed both me and Sparky. That wasnât so fun. But itâs fine! Theyâre friends again. Not. Sunny hates Sparkyâs guts.â This time he giggled. Ah, memories. See, this was why he adventured so much. Heâd never run out of stories to recount to himself.
Provided he remembered them. There were so many that things just got lost in the noise a lot.
Breakout was amused by the sudden change of expression on Sideswipe's face. The mech's default facial expression was a smirk, or maybe a sinister grin if you were lucky, and that usually remained as it was for the rest of the day. Deviations from the norm, like the frown that his face had morphed into, were rare.
If he were being honest, union busting and cops beating protestors were the last things that he'd expected him to get upset over. To his knowledge, Sideswipe could stomach almost anything and the fact that cops attacking unions was the thing that he drew the line at seemed rather peculiar.
It might have been peculiar, but it was also fair, and Breakout was glad to see that they were on the same page on that issue.
"I think the protest was over wage theft" he shrugged "That, or for raising our salaries. These are almost always organized by unions, so they just.. rounded up the union organizers and beat the light out of everyone."
Was that a smile? Three complete facial expressions in one minute, all coming from Sideswipe? Breakout felt honored.
"Do not worry, I will forever think about it, every single night before I drift into recharge." he said, putting his palms together and placing them under his cheek, pretending to be placing his helm on a helm rest "Thank you for your sacrifice. I'll cherish the memory files that we created today for the rest of my life."
Was this how he was supposed to joke around Sideswipe? To his udnerstanding this was pretty close to the mech's dark sense of humor, so he hoped that he'd appreciate his attempt at cracking a joke.
His ideas of how a friendship was supposed to work were bizzare, and he knew that very well, but he was trying to meet him in the middle for now. Maybe, if he ever got to know him a alittle bit better, he'd explain to him how differently friendships worked in his version of Cybertron.
Breakout listened carefully as Sideswipe described his past experiences with explosives. He had never experienced anything like what the pink mech described, both because his energon wasn't that prone to catching fire and blowing him into bits, and both because he hadn't involved himself into a million-year war yet.
What could he say to a mech who, by his own admittion, had been vlown to bits numerous times? The most agonizing thing he'd ever experienced in his life was getting his hand caught in a mineral grinder some years ago and up to this day, he vivdly remembered the burning pain that shot through his entire hand as his fingers were pulled and crushed between the teeth of the grinder. The sound that his digits made as they were being popped out of their joints had been etched into his memory files forever.
And that wouldn't even come close to the agony one would experience after what Sideswipe had been through.
"Any interesting adventures that you're going on nowadays?" he asked, tilting his helm a little "How are Sunstreaker and Sparky doing?"
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