[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Burning Curiosity [Closed | Carbine]
Aug 29, 2020 2:16:02 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Aug 29, 2020 2:16:02 GMT -5
Oh, Carbine knew exactly what Bumblebee was doing, how he didn’t just step back to possibly leave, or instigate more conversation. No. He had settled down to watch, to see exactly what he was going to do with such an assortment of odd things. Interested, curious, using inaction as a means to hopefully have his questions answered, rather than risk upsetting him by prying and asking such things directly in any verbal attempt... And yet, Carbine had no real intention of doing so. He saw through the game in an instant, though it wasn't a particularly difficult game, one meant for a child which... was fitting given it was Golden Boy over there.
With a calm movement Carbine rolled the scouring pad between his fingers, flicking it a bit as if it were a coin being juggled between digits in a fluid motion. He did this a couple times, making it look like a well-rehearsed action, before he messed up and the abrasive material unintentionally flung off to the side. It bounced and scuttled a bit from being propelled, before settling to a halt by the adjacent wall to his right. It was all met with a sort of a scowl, his attempt to look nonchalant and 'cool' failing in an instant from an unplanned flight. At the silence that briefly followed, his yellow eyes narrowed more and more, a piercing glare almost trying to will it to roll back somehow, before Bumblebee spoke and he turned to address with a sharp lurch.
Professional careless misdirect time.
"Bumb̀leb̢ęe͟! I̴ a̛m ͜n̴-n̡ot̀ ̶some t-͡ţram̛p on ͟di͏şp̴lay̶!"
Carbine screeched this with a high-pitched tone, a borderline shrill squawk of static as if he had found actual offense and was aghast at such a request being cast his way. At this he threw his right leg out with a sort of kick, while right hand swung around to place on his chest to pair with the movement. It was over comical, overly humorous, and completely out of place from the tone of everything before. It felt profoundly alien in many ways, and yet it was grasped onto to knock the other mech off his balance and disorient in a way. There was no doubt in Carbine's processor it would catch Bumblebee off guard, making the Scout possibly reel back as his little processor spun a moment.
"You nev̴er s-͝said a condition on you fet-͜f͠e͏t͘-͠kz̧tt̴-chi͠ng supplies was me n-needin̡g̀ to u̵se thęm while b-being observed."
A heaved push was taken then, Carbine pressing his hands against the wall before wrenching away from it. With this momentum he pulled his heel beneath him, gaining balance with the front triangular ped before he eased his opposite leg down upon the knee. This swapped posture brought with it profound relief, the rotors scraping against the ground momentarily before they slid back and folded into a more natural position behind him. They flanked both sides of Bolo, who was being awfully quiet.
With his new stance, Carbine reached forward, clawing over the supplies to drag them closer to his frame, and as such more underneath him to guard. The applicator and bottles rattled a small amount as they settled beneath his mass, before he grabbed onto the blanket and pulled it away from the other objects. Without hardly a thought put into it, Carbine pinched at the top of the fabric before wrenching forcibly, stripping it down its center into two even chunks. He would tisk then, peering at how large it was while rolling his thumb over one piece, before his gaze snapped back up to Bumblebee.
"You want them̨ b̀-͏bb-͡bac͟k because I won't p-play ball? Co̴̢m̀e ͏ą͠n̢d͝ g̷͢e̴t̡ t͜͠h̢ę̷m̶."
A low rumbled chuckle, the bottom edges of his optics crooking up with 'brows' furrowed, creating the implication of a malicious grin. It seems he regained some aggressive shielding back in the lull, re-fortifying some of what had been broken down. How much of it was a ruse or not was uncertain however.
With a calm movement Carbine rolled the scouring pad between his fingers, flicking it a bit as if it were a coin being juggled between digits in a fluid motion. He did this a couple times, making it look like a well-rehearsed action, before he messed up and the abrasive material unintentionally flung off to the side. It bounced and scuttled a bit from being propelled, before settling to a halt by the adjacent wall to his right. It was all met with a sort of a scowl, his attempt to look nonchalant and 'cool' failing in an instant from an unplanned flight. At the silence that briefly followed, his yellow eyes narrowed more and more, a piercing glare almost trying to will it to roll back somehow, before Bumblebee spoke and he turned to address with a sharp lurch.
Professional careless misdirect time.
"Bumb̀leb̢ęe͟! I̴ a̛m ͜n̴-n̡ot̀ ̶some t-͡ţram̛p on ͟di͏şp̴lay̶!"
Carbine screeched this with a high-pitched tone, a borderline shrill squawk of static as if he had found actual offense and was aghast at such a request being cast his way. At this he threw his right leg out with a sort of kick, while right hand swung around to place on his chest to pair with the movement. It was over comical, overly humorous, and completely out of place from the tone of everything before. It felt profoundly alien in many ways, and yet it was grasped onto to knock the other mech off his balance and disorient in a way. There was no doubt in Carbine's processor it would catch Bumblebee off guard, making the Scout possibly reel back as his little processor spun a moment.
"You nev̴er s-͝said a condition on you fet-͜f͠e͏t͘-͠kz̧tt̴-chi͠ng supplies was me n-needin̡g̀ to u̵se thęm while b-being observed."
A heaved push was taken then, Carbine pressing his hands against the wall before wrenching away from it. With this momentum he pulled his heel beneath him, gaining balance with the front triangular ped before he eased his opposite leg down upon the knee. This swapped posture brought with it profound relief, the rotors scraping against the ground momentarily before they slid back and folded into a more natural position behind him. They flanked both sides of Bolo, who was being awfully quiet.
With his new stance, Carbine reached forward, clawing over the supplies to drag them closer to his frame, and as such more underneath him to guard. The applicator and bottles rattled a small amount as they settled beneath his mass, before he grabbed onto the blanket and pulled it away from the other objects. Without hardly a thought put into it, Carbine pinched at the top of the fabric before wrenching forcibly, stripping it down its center into two even chunks. He would tisk then, peering at how large it was while rolling his thumb over one piece, before his gaze snapped back up to Bumblebee.
"You want them̨ b̀-͏bb-͡bac͟k because I won't p-play ball? Co̴̢m̀e ͏ą͠n̢d͝ g̷͢e̴t̡ t͜͠h̢ę̷m̶."
A low rumbled chuckle, the bottom edges of his optics crooking up with 'brows' furrowed, creating the implication of a malicious grin. It seems he regained some aggressive shielding back in the lull, re-fortifying some of what had been broken down. How much of it was a ruse or not was uncertain however.