How do read?
A large figure paced in a dense forest, occasionally stopping to glare accusingly at a datapad that was innocently resting underneath a tree. It did this for nearly an hour before huffing through its vents to pick up the data pad. The figure turned it on and instantly a faint blue glow illuminated the figure’s face making its blue optics look a shade brighter. The figure sat down, cross-legged, on a small pile of fallen leaves to provide some cushion between itself and the ground, and merely glared at the datapad in his hand.
Magnaflux was beyond exasperated, ‘It’s just a ship’s manual- I should be able to understand the slaggin’ thing!’ he thought as he tried to quietly sound out the words once more in Cybertonian. The words didn’t sound right coming from his mouth and trying to comprehend all the words together in sentences wasn’t making sense to the illiterate neutral. Feeling his processor heating up to uncomfortable levels, he looked away from the data pad to stare into the darkness of the forest, leaning his helm on a servo.
“This wouldn’ be a problem if ah had tha proper readin’ upgrades an’ been actually taught how ta read” He grumbled to himself, his accent beginning to layer heavily on his words from frustration. Magnaflux never thought much about not being able to read while he was working in construction, mostly because he followed orders and what he was told accurately and efficiently. When he quit, however, it seriously became an issue.
He sighed and looked back at the datapad, idly wondering if he could put his pride aside and ask someone to help him out. Gorgeous red optics entered Magnaflux’s thoughts and he couldn’t help but smile a little thinking about the mech that had said optics. As much as he would enjoy spending time with Nightraid, he didn’t want to disturb the busy Decepticon. His mind started to wander in thoughts of the mech that affected him greatly. Magnaflux shook his head, giving up on reading the manual for the night, set aside the datapad and stretched out on the leaves, hearing the crunch close to his audials. He began to power down, but the thought of having Nightraid as a sort of ‘teacher’ quickly woke him up. With a frustrated groan he felt himself heat up and just the mere thought of the role-play.
“Frag-it all. How am I supposed to recharge now?!” He asked the night and only a distant cricket gave a reply.
