Ep.1 - Hawaiian Islands - [Closed]
Sept 11, 2012 11:56:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2012 11:56:33 GMT -5
She was fine. Okay with talking to this red thing (for now), even if Shearwind insisted on hir usual too familiar behavior. Even content enough to mimic Sideswipe's head tilt and narrowed optics, brow ridges pinched together as if to challenge his suspicion while zie spoke for them.
But then zie had to say that word. She forgot herself long enough for her usual stony expression to look almost shocked, pumpkin orange optics widening and wings yanking back just so as if she'd just been dunked in paint. ::We only need him for his resources.:: She felt the need to remind hir, implying 'assistance' (she would even bend for 'temporary ally') would be more accurate.
Then one of those things, precious resources, was lobbed so casually in their direction. Shearwind caught it first, holding it between them. She could only imagine what their expressions looked like from Sideswipe's point of view. As if they shouted up to the sky what they wanted and not a second later it fell right from the clouds. They weren't out. But they were running low enough to bluntly confess to a strange red mech they needed friends, and whatever attempts to school expression or attitude couldn't hide the obvious looks.
::You should--.:: Zie didn't. Zie didn't even thrust it at Storm, just held it out to her with an expression (a rare expression) that bode no argument.
::Shearwind--:: The expression didn't change, nor did hir leveled, expectant gaze. So she took the cube, optics focusing on Sideswipe suspiciously and only through the mental prodding of Shearwind did she down the half of it while zie spoke.
The other half was handed back to Shearwind, but her visible attention clearly focused in a narrow gaze on Sideswipe, the finer alloy of her face pulling together in something that could only mean snark and frigid word ahead. "That is ir--" …Cut off by a Shearwind with practiced ease. The glare softened to one of unamusement, directed sidelong at her firebrick half.
But then zie had to say that word. She forgot herself long enough for her usual stony expression to look almost shocked, pumpkin orange optics widening and wings yanking back just so as if she'd just been dunked in paint. ::We only need him for his resources.:: She felt the need to remind hir, implying 'assistance' (she would even bend for 'temporary ally') would be more accurate.
Then one of those things, precious resources, was lobbed so casually in their direction. Shearwind caught it first, holding it between them. She could only imagine what their expressions looked like from Sideswipe's point of view. As if they shouted up to the sky what they wanted and not a second later it fell right from the clouds. They weren't out. But they were running low enough to bluntly confess to a strange red mech they needed friends, and whatever attempts to school expression or attitude couldn't hide the obvious looks.
::You should--.:: Zie didn't. Zie didn't even thrust it at Storm, just held it out to her with an expression (a rare expression) that bode no argument.
::Shearwind--:: The expression didn't change, nor did hir leveled, expectant gaze. So she took the cube, optics focusing on Sideswipe suspiciously and only through the mental prodding of Shearwind did she down the half of it while zie spoke.
The other half was handed back to Shearwind, but her visible attention clearly focused in a narrow gaze on Sideswipe, the finer alloy of her face pulling together in something that could only mean snark and frigid word ahead. "That is ir--" …Cut off by a Shearwind with practiced ease. The glare softened to one of unamusement, directed sidelong at her firebrick half.