Ep. 1 - "Off-Base Inspection" - Closed
Feb 12, 2014 18:11:41 GMT -5
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Layby had made a point of watching James, if only to highlight to that cat that he had his optic on him and so not to try to anything funny. He arched an optical ridge at Maximus's query; the pitch and tone of it. The forced casualness that would have sounded genuine if it were not coming from a frame and spark born and bred an Autobot soldier.
"Couple Neutrals been needing some help have come through," Layby replied,his tone light. "Know they're welcome, but clustering is dangerous outside of faction. Could be a while 'fore we have some more tenants."
James lurked under the table for a moment, and then ascended the platforms of chair and tabletop before making the big, butt-wiggling leap to the bar. He landed in almost-perfect silence, tail high and meowing for appropriate adulation. The cat wound into Layby's conveniently positioned arm before making his acquaintance with Maximus.
He observed the small plates in the former warden's face that most mecha didn't have control over - the tells of mood and impulse. The former soldier's field was pitched calming and warm, though not forced: a natural state of assurance and peace designed to envelop others.
"Decepticons that have come through been strictly for trade so far. Pretty cautious but obviously likin' the change in scenery." He chuffed a laugh, holding the cube by the rim and swirling the contents as high as he dared. "Got one little'un mooning over a 'bot. Keeps swinging by with these... weird, metal flower things tryin' to catch a peek."
A thoughtful hum, and Layby downed the rest of his cube. "Takes all sorts to make a 'verse."
"Couple Neutrals been needing some help have come through," Layby replied,his tone light. "Know they're welcome, but clustering is dangerous outside of faction. Could be a while 'fore we have some more tenants."
James lurked under the table for a moment, and then ascended the platforms of chair and tabletop before making the big, butt-wiggling leap to the bar. He landed in almost-perfect silence, tail high and meowing for appropriate adulation. The cat wound into Layby's conveniently positioned arm before making his acquaintance with Maximus.
He observed the small plates in the former warden's face that most mecha didn't have control over - the tells of mood and impulse. The former soldier's field was pitched calming and warm, though not forced: a natural state of assurance and peace designed to envelop others.
"Decepticons that have come through been strictly for trade so far. Pretty cautious but obviously likin' the change in scenery." He chuffed a laugh, holding the cube by the rim and swirling the contents as high as he dared. "Got one little'un mooning over a 'bot. Keeps swinging by with these... weird, metal flower things tryin' to catch a peek."
A thoughtful hum, and Layby downed the rest of his cube. "Takes all sorts to make a 'verse."