Ep0.5 - Restlessness - Closed
Feb 27, 2012 15:19:15 GMT -5
Post by sniper on Feb 27, 2012 15:19:15 GMT -5
It seemed, at least to Sniper, that Velocity harbored a hope of belonging somewhere, even if at the moment she seemed somewhat lost. And while Sniper felt he had lot in common with this femme, he also saw that being his one's faction didn't seem as troublesome to him, as it might have seemed to Velocity. But Sniper couldn't say for certain. But as he was curious by nature, these sorts of things interested him - especially since Velocity had shown traces of being a possible future ally for him. The red orbs of his eyes would grow slightly narrower as they gazed upon the femme.
"Oh-," Sniper replied flatly, filing away all the information the femme was providing him with. "-but I am sure you are anything but empty," he continued, his tone strictly professional - maybe even somewhat mysterious. Yet, all of the mystery, and even a hint of the professionalism, dropped from his face plate as the conversation shifted back towards flirt. Yes, Velocity seemed interested in that. But then, there was a confession. A very casual one, but a confession nonetheless.
Sparkbroken?
"I ... I see," he replied, not being very certain how such information should be treated. In the Decepticon ranks, love was absent. There were just ... other things that were sometimes associated with it, but the actual concept of loving someone was foreign to the spy. "I find it intriguing how you would just ... let go of such betrayal," he said, his tone turning back to the professional kind. "I hope the culprit did not go unpunished." The narrowed red optics would suggest this to be more of a question than anything.
Velocity's sudden movement got Sniper's frame to tense up visibly. His gaze followed her, and then, escorded by her words, it began observing the medbay. Yes, very boring, this place. "It is," he replied flatly. "But gladly, impatience is not one of my vices," the spy continued on the same note, his attentive gaze returning to the femme's optics. "It is the constant uncertainty of the current situation, that frustrates me." After all, Sniper's fate was still undecided by the Autobots.
"Oh-," Sniper replied flatly, filing away all the information the femme was providing him with. "-but I am sure you are anything but empty," he continued, his tone strictly professional - maybe even somewhat mysterious. Yet, all of the mystery, and even a hint of the professionalism, dropped from his face plate as the conversation shifted back towards flirt. Yes, Velocity seemed interested in that. But then, there was a confession. A very casual one, but a confession nonetheless.
Sparkbroken?
"I ... I see," he replied, not being very certain how such information should be treated. In the Decepticon ranks, love was absent. There were just ... other things that were sometimes associated with it, but the actual concept of loving someone was foreign to the spy. "I find it intriguing how you would just ... let go of such betrayal," he said, his tone turning back to the professional kind. "I hope the culprit did not go unpunished." The narrowed red optics would suggest this to be more of a question than anything.
Velocity's sudden movement got Sniper's frame to tense up visibly. His gaze followed her, and then, escorded by her words, it began observing the medbay. Yes, very boring, this place. "It is," he replied flatly. "But gladly, impatience is not one of my vices," the spy continued on the same note, his attentive gaze returning to the femme's optics. "It is the constant uncertainty of the current situation, that frustrates me." After all, Sniper's fate was still undecided by the Autobots.