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who is that fucker i see staring straight back at me oh wait, it’s me hA HA
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taintedrouge
Knock Out tapped at his claws against the screen of the datapad. It had been far too long since they talked. He wondered why he had put it off for so long… He scolded himself for putting it off.
|Sounds like a plan to meet. I’ll meet you there and give the same signal as always.|
He put down the datapad, perhaps a little too quickly. Heh, someone was excited. He would lying if he said didn’t miss Starscream. There was a list of things he missed about Starscream. His voice, his soft voice always put him at ease. His half expressive wings were adorable. He missed….Starscream. Everything about him.
He soon set off, to their meeting place.
Starscream, again, nearly dropped the datapad and he swallowed thickly before he pressed the little speaker icon. He listened and he lit up like child at Christmas. Or a child getting a puppy. Either way, it captured his childlike excitement as he nodded at the datapad, setting it down and moving to fiddle with the ground bridge.
He was just so... Excited! He was so happy to see him again. This time, he wouldn’t hide, he told himself, but he knew he’d be extremely shy, regardless. He always was to everyone, especially Knock Out. He purred and chirped happily as he moved to run the bridge and skipped to the opening, waiting for it to power on.
Once it did, he walked through without hesitation and tucked away a small remote device to let him bridge back. Once stepping out onto the cold dirt and sand, he shivered, but made his way inside, slabs raised and excited as he chirped out for him. Was he here?
曇りで残念…。でもベンチの上で大騒ぎのスズメさんに癒されました(笑)
#ちゅん活 #スズ廃 #癒し画像 #鳥好き #曇り
#スズメ写真集 『あした、どこかで。』好評発売中♪
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taintedrouge
The halls of the current ‘home’ were quiet. Uncomfortably. There was not a single sound that came out from any hallway, not a footstep could be heard, all was still. Uncomfortably still.
This was Knock Out’s new life. After having left the Decepticons when it was obvious the war wasn’t worth fighting anymore, he had moved on. Left the ship and the memories made there behind. Most of them were horrid anyways. Being treated like scrap, never being appreciated, ha, after all he was only ‘JUST THE MEDIC’. It’s not like had an IMPORTANT job or anything. Oh no, no, of course not, he only just made sure that everyone on board that ship was still ALIVE.
Needless to say he was a little bitter. If he was being completely honest with himself, he was extremely bitter.
Being alone gave him time to look over his life choices. And man, did he make some pretty crappy decisions. Almost every decision he had come across ended up leading to failure. Ah, memories.
But there was one decision, one decision that he was certain, he made the right choice in. And that was staying in contact with Starscream. The newer, broken version of Starscream anyways. He should have never let him slip away, that was certain, but getting him back, was one of the best choices he ever made.
The rather sadistic medic couldn’t get him out of his mind. Especially after their last encounter. It went far better than he had imagined it to go. He had regained the poor Seeker’s trust. The question now was, what would he do with it?
He stopped his rather ‘busy’ schedule glancing over at his datapad as it lit up. He rose a brow. There was only one person he could think of that would be contacting him…
The long slender claws extended out, taking the datapad in his hold, blinking a few times at the sudden light it gave off as his crimson red optics grazed over every word.
It was almost like he could hear Starscream’s gentle voice speak to him as he read.
|Starscream, you already know the answer. How cute of you to ask though.|
He chuckled at his own remark, before he continued.
|Where would you like to meet?|
Starscream waited, nearly dropping the datapad as it buzzed in his servos. He held it tightly and tried to make out the words. He was still very bad at reading or writing, but thanks to auto-correct, it was saving him a lot of trouble. He pressed a small speaker button by the text and the datapad read it out to him. His face wrinkled at the weird way it pronounced names before he moved to try and type again.
This looked right... No, no... That was wrong... He sighed, giving up almost instantly before he pressed a little microphone and spoke softly, clearly. It translated to text.
[How about the ship?] He soon pressed send and waited. He was excited that he said yes and couldn’t wait to get back with him again. It was such a treat to be with him, to share his warmth... To hear his voice and feel his touch...
He cleared his vocals slightly and stared at the datapad, awaiting the reply.
RECoNNECT
It’d been a while since the two last met, their shared moment leaving Star completely enamored and having fallen in love again with Knock Out. He vented softly and he rubbed his neck, just remembering all the shared moments they had made his spark ping in need. He wasn’t sure when he should contact that sports car and if he’d want to meet up with him again. He always had his doubts...
He swallowed thickly and let out a heavy exvent before he moved to crawl out of his berth, pulling his blanket with him and wrapping it up in a small roll and holding it in his arms. He crept out the door and down the halls, being mindful of his pedes on the floor.
As soon as he was clear from the halls, he went to the bridge, looked for the datapad and he soon found it sitting on Ratchet’s workbench. He moved to sit down on the floor, clicking at it to find the messages and picked the frequency he had hidden from everyone.
[Knock Out?] He wrote, [Can we see each other?] And he sent it. He was a little nervous, but he hoped he would reply with a yes. He didn’t want to sound all clingy and make him sick of him. He hoped he wouldn’t think of him like that...