Ep. 2 - A Mute and a Deaf Guy walk into a Bar - [Closed]
Jun 13, 2016 21:58:09 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Jun 13, 2016 21:58:09 GMT -5
Bumblebee hoped he'd understood that right. Then again? At this point it'd probably be faster to build the shelves himself than wait for Carbine to come back – if he was going to come back. Not that Bee would build them alone anyway! He didn't want Carbine getting credit for something he didn't do – there was also the tiny issue of Bee being unable to lift the beams by himself. At least not easily. He was stubborn enough to find a way to do so, but it'd no doubt end in disaster and him punching a wall out of frustration.
He could ask Smokescreen to hang around and help out, but this wasn't his job. Carbine and Bumblebee had been the ones tasked with building these shelves, and he didn't want to get into anymore trouble by having someone else help – he was already going to get in enough trouble as it was for getting into a fight over such a simple task.
Plus he'd feel bad for making Smokescreen do Carbine's job, and there was the overwhelming fact that he needed some time away from this stupid room and these stupid shelves to clear his processor. He wasn't in the right mindset to even attempt to finish what they'd started.
He'd relax some as the situation was now hopefully fully diffused and watched as Carbine made his way down the corridor. He relaxed a little too much, however, inadvertently leaning his doorwing against the wall. Once more his sensors would scream at him and he'd push off the wall quickly to try and relieve the pain which now pulsed through his back-strut. It took everything in him not to yelp out in pain.
Maybe seeing Ratchet was for the best. Even if he did stick around down here? The distraction of his sensors pinging at him meant he wouldn't be able to even focus on watching a cartoon, let alone building shelves. He wouldn't go because Smokescreen had suggested it, no.. He'd go because he did actually want to do this damn job, and couldn't with the amount of pain he was currently in.
--I ah... Think I will go see Ratchet, yeah.-- He beeped hesitantly, moving into Smokescreens line of sight and giving another thumbs up – because that totally showed everything was alright. While he would go see Ratchet, he wouldn't tell him what'd happened. At least not the full story. A play-fight that'd gone a bit too far. That's all it was. He was fine. The other person involved? They're also fine! He didn't want to file a report. Was simply two mechs throwing their weight around and acting like idiots. Surely Ratchet could understand that. He was young once, as weird as that was to think about. Maybe Ratchet got into a few dumb fights too, back in the day.
He was overthinking, raising his servo further to rub the back of his neck. Even doing that hurt his doorwing. He'd quickly lower his arm back to his side.
--Uuh thanks for stoppin' by and stuff. Ya can go back to whatever it was ya was doing – I am gonna go get myself looked at, annnnnd hopefully repaired,--
And hopefully not nagged.
--Don't worry bout the shelves and stuff, Carbine is gonna come back and so am I. We'll get 'em built!--
He'd wait a few seconds until Carbine had a big enough lead on him, before turning on his heel and quickly making his way down the corridor after him before Smokescreen could even get a word in about how he'd check with Ratchet, or even offer to help. He did feel a little bad for just ditching Smokescreen, but the fighting was long since over and if Carbine had gone to get repaired? Bumblebee would too. He just hoped that Carbine would stick to his word and eventually come back, because Bee had every intention of getting this done.
~End
He could ask Smokescreen to hang around and help out, but this wasn't his job. Carbine and Bumblebee had been the ones tasked with building these shelves, and he didn't want to get into anymore trouble by having someone else help – he was already going to get in enough trouble as it was for getting into a fight over such a simple task.
Plus he'd feel bad for making Smokescreen do Carbine's job, and there was the overwhelming fact that he needed some time away from this stupid room and these stupid shelves to clear his processor. He wasn't in the right mindset to even attempt to finish what they'd started.
He'd relax some as the situation was now hopefully fully diffused and watched as Carbine made his way down the corridor. He relaxed a little too much, however, inadvertently leaning his doorwing against the wall. Once more his sensors would scream at him and he'd push off the wall quickly to try and relieve the pain which now pulsed through his back-strut. It took everything in him not to yelp out in pain.
Maybe seeing Ratchet was for the best. Even if he did stick around down here? The distraction of his sensors pinging at him meant he wouldn't be able to even focus on watching a cartoon, let alone building shelves. He wouldn't go because Smokescreen had suggested it, no.. He'd go because he did actually want to do this damn job, and couldn't with the amount of pain he was currently in.
--I ah... Think I will go see Ratchet, yeah.-- He beeped hesitantly, moving into Smokescreens line of sight and giving another thumbs up – because that totally showed everything was alright. While he would go see Ratchet, he wouldn't tell him what'd happened. At least not the full story. A play-fight that'd gone a bit too far. That's all it was. He was fine. The other person involved? They're also fine! He didn't want to file a report. Was simply two mechs throwing their weight around and acting like idiots. Surely Ratchet could understand that. He was young once, as weird as that was to think about. Maybe Ratchet got into a few dumb fights too, back in the day.
He was overthinking, raising his servo further to rub the back of his neck. Even doing that hurt his doorwing. He'd quickly lower his arm back to his side.
--Uuh thanks for stoppin' by and stuff. Ya can go back to whatever it was ya was doing – I am gonna go get myself looked at, annnnnd hopefully repaired,--
And hopefully not nagged.
--Don't worry bout the shelves and stuff, Carbine is gonna come back and so am I. We'll get 'em built!--
He'd wait a few seconds until Carbine had a big enough lead on him, before turning on his heel and quickly making his way down the corridor after him before Smokescreen could even get a word in about how he'd check with Ratchet, or even offer to help. He did feel a little bad for just ditching Smokescreen, but the fighting was long since over and if Carbine had gone to get repaired? Bumblebee would too. He just hoped that Carbine would stick to his word and eventually come back, because Bee had every intention of getting this done.
~End
