Ep. 2 - Alone With Company [Closed]
Feb 15, 2015 3:47:20 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Feb 15, 2015 3:47:20 GMT -5
Was he going to throw it?...
Or was he going to take it away?...
The hound watched eagerly, his mind spinning and reeling with distress and conflicting thoughts. He was so worried something bad would happen again, and his child like brain turned the fleeting seconds into agonized minutes stuck in an eternal limbo. Thankfully, Red didn't seem to wait that long despite what the canine's processor thought, and gingerly cast the toy across the room just as he did the fake toy moments prior.
Bolo's mind snapped instantly over to full glee and happiness as the toy was tossed, helm thrown back in a thrashing motion as if he was trying to expel excess energy. This thrash was paired with his legs scrabbling on the ground, attempting to turn with so much force it was as if he was nearly twisting right out of his outer plates. The armor on his frame pulled and wrenched as it tried to keep connected to the lurching protoform, and the biolights on his body lit up instantly.
Red and blue flickered across the array that skirted the edges of joints, as well as the orbs of light that sat above each shoulder. The colors spattered in an irregular pattern, the pulses spawned of excitement more than any notification or attempt to alert someone to being pursued. They were paired with a chirping squeal of a bark that was half strangled. The entire process only took a second or perhaps two, but soon Bolo had reeled about fully and charged after the toy.
He bounded and hopped after it, and when Bolo got near enough, his upper body pushed away from the ground and forelegs pulled up. With the intent focus conveyed through optic angle, ear position, and helm direction, paired with the reeling posture of his forepaws, it seemed he was perfectly happy to try to crush the Scraplet beneath his paws, though the last second changed this directive. The paws slammed down on either side of the rolling toy that he had caught up to, and momentum carried him forth with a few dances to drop down onto his stomach in front of its path to slide to a halt.
He was so happy. So long he has been cooped up, and now he got to play with something new, with someone new. While the toss wasn't particularly energetic or as fun as it could be, it was still delightful. Bolo let the Scraplet roll to a halt against his chest, letting out a yip before he clutched it carefully in his jaws and rose back to his feet. With a pleased prance of a gait, he casually strolled back to Red Alert, and held the Scraplet out for him again.
Or was he going to take it away?...
The hound watched eagerly, his mind spinning and reeling with distress and conflicting thoughts. He was so worried something bad would happen again, and his child like brain turned the fleeting seconds into agonized minutes stuck in an eternal limbo. Thankfully, Red didn't seem to wait that long despite what the canine's processor thought, and gingerly cast the toy across the room just as he did the fake toy moments prior.
Bolo's mind snapped instantly over to full glee and happiness as the toy was tossed, helm thrown back in a thrashing motion as if he was trying to expel excess energy. This thrash was paired with his legs scrabbling on the ground, attempting to turn with so much force it was as if he was nearly twisting right out of his outer plates. The armor on his frame pulled and wrenched as it tried to keep connected to the lurching protoform, and the biolights on his body lit up instantly.
Red and blue flickered across the array that skirted the edges of joints, as well as the orbs of light that sat above each shoulder. The colors spattered in an irregular pattern, the pulses spawned of excitement more than any notification or attempt to alert someone to being pursued. They were paired with a chirping squeal of a bark that was half strangled. The entire process only took a second or perhaps two, but soon Bolo had reeled about fully and charged after the toy.
He bounded and hopped after it, and when Bolo got near enough, his upper body pushed away from the ground and forelegs pulled up. With the intent focus conveyed through optic angle, ear position, and helm direction, paired with the reeling posture of his forepaws, it seemed he was perfectly happy to try to crush the Scraplet beneath his paws, though the last second changed this directive. The paws slammed down on either side of the rolling toy that he had caught up to, and momentum carried him forth with a few dances to drop down onto his stomach in front of its path to slide to a halt.
He was so happy. So long he has been cooped up, and now he got to play with something new, with someone new. While the toss wasn't particularly energetic or as fun as it could be, it was still delightful. Bolo let the Scraplet roll to a halt against his chest, letting out a yip before he clutched it carefully in his jaws and rose back to his feet. With a pleased prance of a gait, he casually strolled back to Red Alert, and held the Scraplet out for him again.