[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Out of the Blue [Closed]
Aug 23, 2019 20:20:31 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Aug 23, 2019 20:20:31 GMT -5
The sudden movement startled her, a little. Her whole frame tensing up, as her servo threatened to jerk away. Frightened made aware by the dog's snatch for the food. It didn’t however, and in just a moment she was glad she kept it there. Any anxiety he’d given her instantly washing away as the canid began licking her palm.
This was how dogs gave kisses, right? Granted, this was probably more related to potential microscopic crumbles, but still! Patch wasn't one to ever deny affection! The slats felt strange against the dermal metal of her palm, the large surface scraping along the side of her hand, and threatening to go between her digits if she spread them.
And then… Carbine started pushing for more...
Patch had been carrying these goodies for a long time. She had absolutely no clue if she would ever find any again. Especially not here, in an off world base. Carbine was asking her -nae, pressuring her- to simply pawn off, not only a valuable form of sustenance during a ration period, but a very precious commodity in the young femme’s opinion.
This was a personal matter, and… Though Patch did love to share… Fuel, of any kind really, was one of few things on the list of treasures she tended to guard rather fiercely. It… Made her uncomfortable to consider needing to say no, especially with the dog looking so eager to do more, but… If there really was a fuel shortage…
Patch simply couldn't.
'He knows h͡o͠w ̡t̵o ̡f̶e̡tch, lay down, r-roll over…'
As he spoke, the young femme hardened her field, straightened her face, and knelt once more to the box she’d been working in before. Digging, and sorting and tetris-ing her instruments together. Patch had needed to deny people resources they very sorely needed, quite a lot in the past. Empathetic though she was, as much as it hurt her… She couldn't do anything about it. Puppy dog eyes didn’t phase her anymore.
'sp͠ea̧k, shake…'
Sometimes you needed to be tough for the good of the many. Was it always fair? No. Did Patch want to keep playing with bolo? Of course she did! Did she want to keep building the bonds and ties between good things and herself, in the cassette's mind? FRAG yeah, but that simply wasn't fair to whoever she might meet next.
'dance…'
You could practically feel the lightbulb click on, in her field.
The young medic suddenly froze. Servos still halfway down inside the crate. She found herself tauntingly curious as to what that would even look like. He had four legs! Patch had never seen a quadrupedal cassette try to dance before! Maybe he would jump, or spin around, or both!
Wait- He was about her size… What if ‘dance’ meant physically jump up, and put his paws on her shoulders!
That would be so cool…
“Mmnhm…”
The conflict was crippling. Readily appearing in her twisted up expression, her field, the idle curve that met her back as her helm lowered some with indecision, optics flicking back and forth between Bolo and his handler.
“Maybe just… One more?”
She eased the box out one more time. Her optics entirely on the hound as a considerably less excited expression donned her face. There was clearly a great deal of guilt, and conflict accompanying her actions. This was a very special thing she was choosing to share, quite possibly against the needs of the base she… Well… Was now committed to joining, with no viable way to get back. This was actually going to be the last one, she reminded herself. She wouldn’t allow herself to do more, even if it seemed fun. There were others to consider here, besides herself.
Clicking off another small piece of the candy, Patch folded up the box, and put it back once more. Holding out the little glowing goober for the dog to see as she had before. Only now was the amusement starting to creep back into her field. Her curiosity building with the excitement as a soft smile began to slowly infect her once more.
“Bolo… Dance.” a gentle, wonder-filled word, as the amazement spread to her optics.
This was how dogs gave kisses, right? Granted, this was probably more related to potential microscopic crumbles, but still! Patch wasn't one to ever deny affection! The slats felt strange against the dermal metal of her palm, the large surface scraping along the side of her hand, and threatening to go between her digits if she spread them.
And then… Carbine started pushing for more...
Patch had been carrying these goodies for a long time. She had absolutely no clue if she would ever find any again. Especially not here, in an off world base. Carbine was asking her -nae, pressuring her- to simply pawn off, not only a valuable form of sustenance during a ration period, but a very precious commodity in the young femme’s opinion.
This was a personal matter, and… Though Patch did love to share… Fuel, of any kind really, was one of few things on the list of treasures she tended to guard rather fiercely. It… Made her uncomfortable to consider needing to say no, especially with the dog looking so eager to do more, but… If there really was a fuel shortage…
Patch simply couldn't.
'He knows h͡o͠w ̡t̵o ̡f̶e̡tch, lay down, r-roll over…'
As he spoke, the young femme hardened her field, straightened her face, and knelt once more to the box she’d been working in before. Digging, and sorting and tetris-ing her instruments together. Patch had needed to deny people resources they very sorely needed, quite a lot in the past. Empathetic though she was, as much as it hurt her… She couldn't do anything about it. Puppy dog eyes didn’t phase her anymore.
'sp͠ea̧k, shake…'
Sometimes you needed to be tough for the good of the many. Was it always fair? No. Did Patch want to keep playing with bolo? Of course she did! Did she want to keep building the bonds and ties between good things and herself, in the cassette's mind? FRAG yeah, but that simply wasn't fair to whoever she might meet next.
'dance…'
You could practically feel the lightbulb click on, in her field.
The young medic suddenly froze. Servos still halfway down inside the crate. She found herself tauntingly curious as to what that would even look like. He had four legs! Patch had never seen a quadrupedal cassette try to dance before! Maybe he would jump, or spin around, or both!
Wait- He was about her size… What if ‘dance’ meant physically jump up, and put his paws on her shoulders!
That would be so cool…
“Mmnhm…”
The conflict was crippling. Readily appearing in her twisted up expression, her field, the idle curve that met her back as her helm lowered some with indecision, optics flicking back and forth between Bolo and his handler.
“Maybe just… One more?”
She eased the box out one more time. Her optics entirely on the hound as a considerably less excited expression donned her face. There was clearly a great deal of guilt, and conflict accompanying her actions. This was a very special thing she was choosing to share, quite possibly against the needs of the base she… Well… Was now committed to joining, with no viable way to get back. This was actually going to be the last one, she reminded herself. She wouldn’t allow herself to do more, even if it seemed fun. There were others to consider here, besides herself.
Clicking off another small piece of the candy, Patch folded up the box, and put it back once more. Holding out the little glowing goober for the dog to see as she had before. Only now was the amusement starting to creep back into her field. Her curiosity building with the excitement as a soft smile began to slowly infect her once more.
“Bolo… Dance.” a gentle, wonder-filled word, as the amazement spread to her optics.