Part 2 of TfOne Goldbug AU
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"Its suspicious"
"What?" Jazz replied, walking side by side with Prowl.
The mech questioned let out a vent. Their situation had been incredibly hectic recently, the decepticons had caused casualty at one the few hidden towns in the surface, the residents had taken refuge on Iacon.
Dont blame Prowl—too much— for thinking its yet another work for Optimus and his team. Optimus would've more than willingly taken them in, he's been kind and strong as he can be for his people as the new prime whilst actively at war on the surface.
Anyway, what has been really bothering him lately is this... new recruit. Goldbug, as the records say, of course, he already ran a thorough background check on him but +nothing seems to be all that odd, except the fact that he was registered too recently.
"Aw, c'mon Prowl! We also have just gotten our register for real because of sentinel! The mech probably got stuck on some rubble for longer" Jazz lightly nudged his side.
'Really, that's it right??' He figured Prowls intense interest towards the guy is honestly weird, he's basically obsessed! He can't say that out loud though, as the head of the special ops, he should be as cautious as him! Probably! Not on fellow autobots though!
Well whatever. All he knows is the mech is pretty chill, quiet, efficient and just the ideal autobot, he's like Prowl, but kinder in a way that he keeps his opinions to himself.
He'll admit Prowl's strange fixation towards Goldbug—a credible autobot who's been proving himself recently +AND is one of their talented medic's mentee—is entertaining. It makes him wish a tad bit that there really is something more about him.
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It's been a few months since Goldbug joined (read: rejoined) the autobots,having spent his time training and learning under Pharma's guidance. Still, his peers seem to be wary of him, glancing at him wherever, treating him with caution. It's so ironic he could laugh right now.
"Hey Gold!!" Suddenly, a strong voice echoed through the hallways, the owner of it sliding through Goldbugs side. Blaster, currently the Communication Officer of their prime that is able to transform into a cassette player—like Soundwave.
Great. He was just about to head to his Mentor too, with how loud the mech is, Pharma would've heard him a mile away...
That was an exaggeration, nevertheless, he can't let this bot disturb the doctor.
"Where you headed to? Mind if I join you?"
Yes, he does.
[No, I am on my way to the cafeteria.]
"Ahh, to get some energon...yeah, I could get some for myself too. I haven't gotten some fuel since this morning."
Blaster smiled, it's not every cycle he gets to see him with just them both, he's getting better though. 'Still, he's got a knack in appearing wherever, whenever he wants. He must really dislike socializing, cant blame him'.
Goldbug speeds up, wanting to set some space between them, also to get +to his "destination" quickly. Blaster keeps up.
"Say Gold, have... Anything interesting happen to you lately?" He chuckles, he sounds desperate, is he?? No. 'This is awkward.. it's fine, it's for the sake of our friendship!!'.
[Not in particular, also, please don't call me that.] Goldbug replied.
His smile gets crooked but Goldbug ignored it. Ever since they were paired up for a task, the music loving mech would talk to him from time to time. Seemingly trying to get his attention any chance he gets—by seeing him, which is... Two times a month.
Goldbug goes with the flow to find out what his intentions are, entertaining his talks as much as he can while not providing too much information about himself.
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Yknow, with how much i like reading angst, I dont think I would be able to explain/explore Goldbugs situation with justice, unlike my lovely mutuals, I have no idea how to put emotion into words :''3