Ep 1 (AR) Building Bridges (Closed, ZZ + Red Alert)
Oct 25, 2014 21:01:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2014 21:01:32 GMT -5
As Zoom-Zoom spoke, Red Alert focused his attention on the odd purple toy. He turned it over his hand, his eyebrows knitting together thoughtfully as he wondered whether he had any screws in his subspace which would be serviceable for the toy.
By all outward appearances, it seemed as if he hadn’t heard Zoom-Zoom’s words, That he was ignoring the other mech. But he had, and he wasn’t - he was simply lending his optics to the toy and his audios to Zoom Zoom, and the former was more visually apparent than the latter.
Cupping his palm, Red Alert retrieved a handful of unsorted screws from his supspace, peering down at them with keen optics. His scarred mouth thinned slightly as he searched for two of the size he needed, a task which took him ten seconds or so at the most. He returned the rest of the screws to his subspace in short order, then reached with his right hand to pick up one of the screws and put it in its proper slot, only to pause halfway through the action. Mentally he sighed, realizing he chose the exact wrong hand to attempt dexterous tasks with.
With a frustrated shake of his head he tipped one palm over the other, rolling the screws into his right hand so that he could pick them up with his left instead. He didn’t trust the patched-together remnants of his right hand to be able to manipulate such a tiny object without dropping it, or fumbling it to the point where his welded-fingers couldn’t even manage to hold it straight long enough to apply it to the toy.
His left hand, however, would give him no such difficulties.
As he worked, he mulled over Zoom Zoom’s words, doing his best to not let his thoughts show on his face. He wasn’t as successful as he would’ve liked to be.
After a moment or so of silence, wherein he fiddled with the MPG and carefully avoided looking at Zoom-Zoom, he finally spoke.
“I suppose if Ratchet advised it, I could be persuaded to open negotiations.”
By all outward appearances, it seemed as if he hadn’t heard Zoom-Zoom’s words, That he was ignoring the other mech. But he had, and he wasn’t - he was simply lending his optics to the toy and his audios to Zoom Zoom, and the former was more visually apparent than the latter.
Cupping his palm, Red Alert retrieved a handful of unsorted screws from his supspace, peering down at them with keen optics. His scarred mouth thinned slightly as he searched for two of the size he needed, a task which took him ten seconds or so at the most. He returned the rest of the screws to his subspace in short order, then reached with his right hand to pick up one of the screws and put it in its proper slot, only to pause halfway through the action. Mentally he sighed, realizing he chose the exact wrong hand to attempt dexterous tasks with.
With a frustrated shake of his head he tipped one palm over the other, rolling the screws into his right hand so that he could pick them up with his left instead. He didn’t trust the patched-together remnants of his right hand to be able to manipulate such a tiny object without dropping it, or fumbling it to the point where his welded-fingers couldn’t even manage to hold it straight long enough to apply it to the toy.
His left hand, however, would give him no such difficulties.
As he worked, he mulled over Zoom Zoom’s words, doing his best to not let his thoughts show on his face. He wasn’t as successful as he would’ve liked to be.
After a moment or so of silence, wherein he fiddled with the MPG and carefully avoided looking at Zoom-Zoom, he finally spoke.
“I suppose if Ratchet advised it, I could be persuaded to open negotiations.”