[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Trading all tomorrows [ Closed|| Knockout ]
Sept 9, 2022 13:39:17 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Sept 9, 2022 13:39:17 GMT -5
Unaware of the thoughts that plagued Breakdown’s mind, even if he could tell something was off simply because he knew the other mech well, Knock Out seemed to focus on the here and the now. These moments were a rarity indeed, and while part of him found it hard to sit still and just enjoy things, he was trying.
He focused on the moment, the scenery, the company. Displays of affection were also few and far between - at least open ones, at Blackridge Hold. Even if what he had with Breakdown was probably the worst kept secret, old habits died hard. But now when it was just the two of them? He felt content.
Part of him wanted to pry just a little into what was on the other mech’s mind - while he knew Breakdown had an appreciation for things like this, he couldn’t help there was more to this little outing away from prying eyes and ears. But ah, he knew better than to pry. Breakdown would tell him in his own time, he was sure.
Now that the dried mud had been gently scraped from the other mech’s leg, he would simply rest his servo on the limb as he re-settled back against him, venting out a quiet sigh as he leaned his head against Breakdown’s chassis.
“Oh please, I’m always stressed.” he chuckled, tsking. “Though you and Flatline have certainly helped lessen the load - so thank you.”
The shift from Nemesis to Blackridge had been chaotic indeed, and while most things seemed to have fallen mostly into place with the transition to the new base? There were moments of frustration in how things simply weren’t the same, nor would they probably ever be again. Many things had been lost - equipment, logs, even things they took for granted like the specialized lighting above some of the medical berths. It’d been an adjustment, one that at times he was still getting used to.
Breakdown was always there to calm him down, and Flatline - even if he was still as timid as a mouse, especially with Megatron’s brief return before he vanished once more - was good at handling some of the more mundane medical work. He’d handled the twins just days earlier perfectly, even if his bedside manner left something to be desired.
“Having a third in the Medical Bay will certainly help with things. Maybe even you can do some exploring once Flatline finds his confidence, mm? You seem to have found this place all by yourself, do you know of other spots as well? Or have anywhere you want to see?”
He was all about getting out for a quick race and being back before his absence was truly missed - but there was a hint in Breakdown’s words that maybe they should see more of what Earth had to offer, together. While he had not been negligent, his attention and focus had certainly been on other things as of late.
“What kind of neat things are there? I wouldn’t have a clue - I admit, I’m not usually one for taking in the scenery…” he sheepishly confessed, even if Breakdown was probably more than aware.
He focused on the moment, the scenery, the company. Displays of affection were also few and far between - at least open ones, at Blackridge Hold. Even if what he had with Breakdown was probably the worst kept secret, old habits died hard. But now when it was just the two of them? He felt content.
Part of him wanted to pry just a little into what was on the other mech’s mind - while he knew Breakdown had an appreciation for things like this, he couldn’t help there was more to this little outing away from prying eyes and ears. But ah, he knew better than to pry. Breakdown would tell him in his own time, he was sure.
Now that the dried mud had been gently scraped from the other mech’s leg, he would simply rest his servo on the limb as he re-settled back against him, venting out a quiet sigh as he leaned his head against Breakdown’s chassis.
“Oh please, I’m always stressed.” he chuckled, tsking. “Though you and Flatline have certainly helped lessen the load - so thank you.”
The shift from Nemesis to Blackridge had been chaotic indeed, and while most things seemed to have fallen mostly into place with the transition to the new base? There were moments of frustration in how things simply weren’t the same, nor would they probably ever be again. Many things had been lost - equipment, logs, even things they took for granted like the specialized lighting above some of the medical berths. It’d been an adjustment, one that at times he was still getting used to.
Breakdown was always there to calm him down, and Flatline - even if he was still as timid as a mouse, especially with Megatron’s brief return before he vanished once more - was good at handling some of the more mundane medical work. He’d handled the twins just days earlier perfectly, even if his bedside manner left something to be desired.
“Having a third in the Medical Bay will certainly help with things. Maybe even you can do some exploring once Flatline finds his confidence, mm? You seem to have found this place all by yourself, do you know of other spots as well? Or have anywhere you want to see?”
He was all about getting out for a quick race and being back before his absence was truly missed - but there was a hint in Breakdown’s words that maybe they should see more of what Earth had to offer, together. While he had not been negligent, his attention and focus had certainly been on other things as of late.
“What kind of neat things are there? I wouldn’t have a clue - I admit, I’m not usually one for taking in the scenery…” he sheepishly confessed, even if Breakdown was probably more than aware.