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Despite submissive gesture, the mech didn’t react. He didn’t really know that such a gesture was made, so he remained still and listened for the sounds. Whatever he could hear. A hard task to accomplish with the hustle and bustle of the world around him.
“I agree, but…I almost walked into a street a little while ago…at least I think it was because someone told me to watch out and pulled me back out of the way..I think.” he spoke apprehensively. The enforcer turned his helm a little to where he heard transports moving past and gestured to it with a claw, which spooked a passer by.
❝yeah, i know. and don’t think that the guard who was supposed to be helpin’ ya is gonna get away with lettin’ that happen.❞
THERE WAS SOMETHING gruff about the old mech’s tone. Brief and soon replaced with the neutral yet kind one used previously. His servos had dropped by now, slow and silent, and he added,
❝here t’ help ya. and that includes helpin’ ya get to places. so consider me yer personal guard and guide ‘round Iacon. all ya gotta do is listen and follow my lead, and if ya can’t hear me over the ruckus, then bat me upside the helm and let me know--we’ll figure out it as we go. nothin’ to it, done somethin’ like this before with someone less polite too.❞
A FEW ONLOOKERS hurried away after the crimson Autobot sent a fiery glare. He folded in on himself; Primus be damned, these younger ‘bots (or in this case, ‘con) in trouble types were going to be death of him. He huffed briefly, then he jerked his helm forward and took another step.
❝turn around, two steps to the left. then keep goin’ straight ‘til I tell ya otherwise.❞















