pretend to smile
The city bustled around him, frames of varying types chatted && laughed, minding their own business && going about their day. It was a reminder; war never touched this place, the Quintessons were nowhere to be seen. He was safe, though an unsettled feeling in his spark pulled && mocked him; he was a Decepticon, later an organic race’s pet, he didn’t belong.
His optics cycled && wings, finally freed from their bonds, dropped against his lower back. Two steps back to get out of the way of the citizens, gaze near constantly on the ground aside from a few sweeps of the street, seeking out the familiar white && red frame with golden optics.
It was still early, the Knight he waited for wasn’t late, but this outing had been planned for solar cycles now. They only agreed if Wing would go as well && the date was set, the former was something the Seeker had hoped for. Wing was good, calming, solid ground.
His optics lifted again to do another sweep when he noticed it; the right color scheme with wings && yellow optics. His own wings instantaneously lifted high on his back, the EM field that he kept close to his frame loosened, but the formerly enslaved mech didn’t speak; relearning social cues were hard.
