Calling on Blue Skies (closed)
Sept 24, 2016 23:25:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 23:25:14 GMT -5
So, the funny thing about bursting pipes: sometimes they sound a whole lot like bombs going off, and if there's one thing Thundercloud has had more than enough of since crashlanding on this shithole of a planet its being blown all to hell.
Naturally, this meant that his first instinct upon hearing that godawful noise was to 1. Swear, 2. Duck his head and hunch his shoulders, and 3. Swear again.
He swore for a fourth time, rather colorfully, just a second later when he realized it was a false alarm. Groaning in frustration, Thundercloud slapped a hand over his face and slowly dragged it downwards, not at all pleased by his instincts causing him to make a fool out of himself. Turning quickly on his heel, he stormed after Shale with quick, unnecessarily heavy strides. If Carbine where there, he'd probably make some stupid joke about how just because he was irritated with himself, he didn't need to take it out on the floor - only to add some vulgar, inappropriate, and unnecessary suggestion for what he could do to the floor instead.
Though he'd never admit it, Thundercloud actually almost wished Carbine had been there to make some crappy joke like that. It would've taken his mind off the embarrassing fact that he actually flinched at something, like some sort of - well, like the kind of person who flinched at dangerous things. Which Thundercloud was most definitely not, and he would have Words with anyone who tried to say otherwise.
As he rounded the corner, Thundercloud turned just in time to see Shale slip, trip, and take a nosedive in the most graceless way possible. Any other time, Thundercloud might have had a laugh at her expense, a good-natured snort at her bad luck, but he wasn't about to do any of that now. Not when her falling on her ass was indirectly his fault in the first place.
"Aw, shit."
He quickened his pace, careful not to slip as Shale had as he made his way over to her. He leaned down a bit once he reached her side, one hand on his knee as the other offered itself to her, to pull her up.
"S'okay, Bambi, you ain't the first 'bot to trip 'n eat shit in this place. Patches can't mop worth a damn so you never know if you're 'bout to go down a hall or a slip'n'slide. Happens to everybody."
Naturally, this meant that his first instinct upon hearing that godawful noise was to 1. Swear, 2. Duck his head and hunch his shoulders, and 3. Swear again.
He swore for a fourth time, rather colorfully, just a second later when he realized it was a false alarm. Groaning in frustration, Thundercloud slapped a hand over his face and slowly dragged it downwards, not at all pleased by his instincts causing him to make a fool out of himself. Turning quickly on his heel, he stormed after Shale with quick, unnecessarily heavy strides. If Carbine where there, he'd probably make some stupid joke about how just because he was irritated with himself, he didn't need to take it out on the floor - only to add some vulgar, inappropriate, and unnecessary suggestion for what he could do to the floor instead.
Though he'd never admit it, Thundercloud actually almost wished Carbine had been there to make some crappy joke like that. It would've taken his mind off the embarrassing fact that he actually flinched at something, like some sort of - well, like the kind of person who flinched at dangerous things. Which Thundercloud was most definitely not, and he would have Words with anyone who tried to say otherwise.
As he rounded the corner, Thundercloud turned just in time to see Shale slip, trip, and take a nosedive in the most graceless way possible. Any other time, Thundercloud might have had a laugh at her expense, a good-natured snort at her bad luck, but he wasn't about to do any of that now. Not when her falling on her ass was indirectly his fault in the first place.
"Aw, shit."
He quickened his pace, careful not to slip as Shale had as he made his way over to her. He leaned down a bit once he reached her side, one hand on his knee as the other offered itself to her, to pull her up.
"S'okay, Bambi, you ain't the first 'bot to trip 'n eat shit in this place. Patches can't mop worth a damn so you never know if you're 'bout to go down a hall or a slip'n'slide. Happens to everybody."