[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Bolo's Bizarre Adventure - [Open]

[Bumblebee]

Bee vented out a long, exasperated whir of a sigh as he watched Bolo scatter across the red dirt. His arms were up, with both servos resting on the back of his head – like an exhausted parent who'd resigned himself to whatever mischief their child was getting into. There was no way he could catch Bolo, heck he couldn't even work out which way the pup was going to go next! Just when he thought Bolo was going to charge left, the canine bolted right instead. He'd given up trying to chase, and so was content to stand and watch; trying to work out how to wrangle the excited pup back and toward the base.

It was nice, in a way, to watch. All the stress and panic of how much trouble they were probably going to get in aside, Bolo looked so carefree as he bounded around. Being cooped up in the base was bad enough for a normal Cybertronian, he couldn't even imagine what it was like being stuck inside as an animal – and even then he probably spent most of his time docked, which was probably even worse.

The closest thing Bee had to this feeling of freedom was the school run – that was the one time he was allowed out of the base on his own, and only because Jasper was so close. Everywhere else, the buddy system was in place and they were usually out on missions and patrols – with no real time for slacking off and having fun. Well, depending on whoever Bee was with, anyway.

His thoughts snapped back to the present as Bolo began charging toward him. Had he had enough? Was it time to go back inside? Had Carbine called him somehow and Bolo knew that playtime was over? Bee's field flickered with relief as Bolo got closer, and closer...

...Only to blast past him with what looked to be a broad, happy grin on his faceplate.

Ghn... They shouldn't be out here. But it'd been a good few minutes now, and nobody had called over the comms to find out where they'd gone or what they were doing. Carbine hadn't come roaring out of the tunnel demanding an explanation.

He'd lower his arms as Bolo charged past again and again. He didn't understand most canine body language, but this was beyond obvious – Bolo wanted to play with him. So very badly.

Bee didn't take the bait just yet, however. Weighing up the pros and cons of the situation. The pros were... Well, this could be really fun! It'd been a long time since Bee had had a chance to really wind down, and the running around could probably do him some good, too – it was like training, in a way! It'd tire Bolo out, meaning he would be more cooperative in returning to the base later – and a sleepy pup is always a good thing, so maybe Carbine would appreciate that. It'd strengthen the friendship between Bee and Bolo, and could maybe lead to Bee asking Carbine later to teach him more words, or even let him take Bolo out for real in future.

The cons? Well... Where to even start. This was against the rules. Bolo could get too excited and run off, leaving Bee no chance of ever catching up. Carbine would probably be furious. Optimus would probably be furious. Bee would never be trusted again. They could get spotted by humans. Carbine would hate him.

But... It wasn't like there was anyone around... He hadn't heard a single car in the time they'd been out here. When they said this place was in the middle of nowhere, they weren't lying. The chance of being spotted, while it was there, was probably slim...

The pros outweighed the cons, here, for sure. Even though there was still all the risk and the punishments would be horrible, he couldn't say no to that face!

--Okay! You win! But only for a bit okay?-- He finally relented, then again it wasn't like it took much!

One thing was for certain, and that was that he didn't want to play right outside the entrance of the Omega Base. If someone did come or go, Bee didn't want to explain what they were doing out here. That could be a new game! Hide behind a giant rock if a human drove past or if someone from the Autobot team was around!

This was a terrible idea, and deep down he probably knew it – but for now, he would play.

He'd push off with one pede, charging across the dirt and away from the entrance to the base. He wouldn't go far, he wasn't that silly, but he went far enough to give them both space to move – as well as room to hide should someone be in the area.

He'd skid to a stop a short time later, quickly swiveling around and lowering into a half crouch, both arms out at his sides.

--Well c'mon then!!--

[Carbine]

Play!

Com'on... PLAY!

Bolo raced and veered, lunged and dove past, all in a short amount of time to try to rile Bumblebee up. His body language screamed with how much energy it held, wanting the mech to do something to make this outside adventure even more amazing. Bolo didn't need much to be happy here, he would still have fun on his own even if the mech didn't reciprocate his plea, but it could go from great to amazing so very easily with so very little done by the Cybertronian.

Thankfully, it seemed Bolo didn't need to plead or give in on his request, because after a short bit of time, he was greeted by an excited tone. The tone alone was great, Bolo skidding to a halt with legs stretched out to get steady and gain traction. He looked like a wound spring again, ready to dart or dip in any direction that may be needed. Would Bumblebee charge him? Or will he flee? The canine's maw was gaping open while he waited for this answer, air sifting and huffing through his frame with heavy plumes from his back vents.

Bumblebee ran, and instantly Bolo kicked off the ground and charged after.

Running from Bolo or Carbine was always a way to trigger a chase response. It was like a cat watching a mouse scurry, they just had to go after it and they just had to try to stop it to figure out what they were even going to do with their target. So many years of being police pursuit officers... it was ingrained into their very sparks. It made this chase easy, and Bolo closed the gap between them in an instant. He may have considered taking a playful nip at Bee's heels, but when he got close enough the scout spun around and crouched as if he was going to try to grab him to play.

A loud crackle of grit and gravel being pushed aside, long grooves being gored into the ground, Bolo slid and scrabbled to try to stop his forward momentum, his back legs hooked underneath him to a point the heels ground down, while his forelegs were splayed out to either side awkwardly. He slid a good distance, almost ending up in Bumblebee's arms, before he sprang and lurched with an awkward flounder mid air to try to turn himself, and charged off again in a hurried movement. In his excitement and with how thrilled he was to be played with, he made a misjudgment in what way to go.

There was a heavy thwack as all of Bolo's forward momentum and newfound speed, ended abruptly when he came face to face with the side of the base. It was almost amazing that the canine managed to run into one of the few large things to even run into out in this abyss, but he had been so wound up and so excited, and didn't want to be caught so badly that... he did. He didn't seem too bothered by it though.

A quick stumble, a clattered clomp of long legs trying to find balance again, Bolo's ears folded back and he shook his head to try to shake off the disorientation. Blazoned across his chest and right side, was now a scuffed scrape that gored some of the black and white paint back to expose silver. There was no Energon speckling through the metals surface, but it did seem uncomfortable with the small chips missing.

Bolo didn't skip a beat though, reeling around to play bow again.

[Bumblebee]

Bumblebee knew Bolo was fast, but until he'd seen him running today? Hadn't realized just quite how fast the cassette could go. He was also fairly certain that Bolo wasn't even trying. If he really wanted to? He could probably bolt off down the road and be gone before Bee even realized what'd happened.

Speaking of not realizing, he hadn't realized just how close behind him Bolo actually was. He'd swiveled around and Bolo was right there! If Bee had known, he maybe wouldn't have come to such a sudden stop – as Bolo had to do some maneuvering to avoid a collision – not that he would've minded being crashed into by the pup!

He quickly stood up straight as Bolo changed direction and charged off again, and before Bee could even react or call out for Bolo to slow down? There was a heavy thwack that made Bee cringe, tensing up his frame. Ouch. For a horrible moment, panic shot through Bumblebee – what if Bolo had hurt himself? That sounded like a heavy blow! He'd run full force into the side of the base, and the last thing he'd wanted was for this play session to end in one of them getting hurt!

--Bolo! Hey! Ya okay buddy?-- He called out over the distance to the cassette, watching as he stumbled slightly from the impact. He kept his distance – just on the off-chance that Bolo was hurt and lashed out from fear and pain. But it... Thankfully seemed all was good and well! A quick head shake later, and Bolo reeled around as happy as can be.

Bee could sadly see the injury from here, the overhead sun reflecting off the exposed silver. Mm, they'd have to see to that, and probably cover it up before Carbine noticed – but that shouldn't be too hard to do. At least he wasn't bleeding. That was the main thing. A scrape could easily be explained away as something that'd happened during play, but anything more? And there would probably be trouble – from both Carbine and Ratchet.

--I'm gonna get ya!-- Bee wasted no time, not wanting to dwell. He slid one leg behind him and pushed off as he charged forwards toward the cassette. For a moment, this was nice. He forgot that they were at risk of being spotted by humans, he forgot the dangers and the daily stresses that they all had to endure. While Bolo may have needed this to let off some excess steam, it seemed Bee needed it just as much - if not more.

[Carbine]

Bolo was a tough little canine, and didn't really show discomfort or pain readily until it was bad enough to impair him. A scrape here, a scuff there, being clobbered awkwardly by running into a wall... that was just day to day chaos with a dog, and he wouldn't really pay it any care until much later if that. If the connectors in his tiny little processor managed to put together that his appearance was marred and he was no longer a perfect majestic hound, then his pride MAY be hurt ((and he was prideful)), but for now he didn't even recognize the bump for what it was, and had turned on Bee with intent to play.

EXCITED TONES AGAIN!

A sharp lurch turned Bolo's play bow into another frenzied run, and he kicked off the ground again with a scrabble of paws against gravel. A flash, a bolt, he was suddenly a good distance away, before a gradual bank started to guide him around towards Bumblebee once more. It was a rather simple game all things considered, Bolo charging, running past, trying to avoid being grabbed, or trying to chase Bee and see how close he dared get. On some occasion he let Bee actually touch him, but almost being 'grabbed' only seemed to spur him on more, rekindling his energy and launching him into action again.

This perpetual energy had to start to come to a close sometime however.

After a good amount of play, Bolo's speed was ebbing away, and his runs were more akin to casual trots than anything with real oomph and power behind it. He padded with long loping steps across the hot earth, toes scraping on the ground in the process as if he could not be bothered to lift them fully any longer. This caused some trails of dust to plume out in his wake, curling in the stagnant air to create a haze of tan.

He seemed to be losing interest when he hit this point, looking over at Bee, but not heading his way again. Instead, he began looking around once more, slender ears flicking in the air to try to pick up on anything else of interest while his tongue hung out to try to clear his airway more. Heavy ventilation raked through his slender frame, hot air blasting from his back vents to make the air warp and waver in distortion close to their openings.

[Bumblebee]

Bumblebee didn't have to run for long before he realized two things. One, he probably couldn't catch Bolo even if he tried. Two, Bolo was headed back this way before Bee had even gotten a chance to even really go anywhere! Deciding to turn this into a new game, Bumblebee would crouch once more as the canine charged back toward him – both arms out at his sides.

Only... Bolo sped past him and he couldn't help but beepily laugh as there was nothing but a cloud of dust in his wake. Bolo ran off a short ways before doubling back once more toward Bee. This time, Bee would make an overly playful and over-dramatic attempted lunge at the cassette – landing with a soft thud in the dirt as he missed him completely.

The third time, Bee would scramble back up to his pedes, waiting for Bolo to double back and around before he himself took off running so Bolo was chasing him – aiming to turn around at the last second to try and grab him. That was still a no go, Bolo was smart – but more importantly? Fast! And would dart past Bee and scamper off a short ways.

The fourth time, Bolo wooshed past Bee once more and Bee would take off running after him – reaching out with the tips of his fingers to try and 'tag' him. He got in a tag or two in the attempts that followed, but Bolo was far, FAR faster than Bee could ever hope to be.

Still, it was fun. A lot of fun – more than he'd had in a long, long time since being on Earth. Not that he'd ever played with a dog back on Cybertron so he didn't really have anything to compare it to, but he hoped that he'd be able to do this again, and on a regular basis.

Just like Bolo, Bee would begin to tire after many of these short bursts of sprinting. His attempts to try and grab the cassette would become less and less enthusiastic, and he'd only make half attempts at chasing him the entire length of where they'd been running. Thankfully it seemed Bolo was of the same mindset, and Bee took notice of the loss of interest in their current game.

Bee wasn't quite ready to go back inside yet, and while earlier he'd wanted to go back almost instantly and had felt panic at the risk of being spotted? Nobody had called for them this entire time, Carbine hadn't come charging out wondering where Bolo was, and so it seemed like they were okay to play a little bit longer.

Now that Bolo was sitting still, Bee would stretch his arms above his head before shaking them out. He, too, was venting in heavily to try and cool his systems some – but against the already warm Nevada air it was a bit of a struggle. Still, he was happy and content – and his field showed as much.

--What did ya wanna do now, huh?-- He asked quietly, moving over toward Bolo. His movements were slow – hoping that this calmness in both his pace and his field would mean Bolo would sit still and not bolt off into the sunset, thinking this was a new game.

--Do ya know how to play fetch? Not that there's much round here to fetch.. And we did just run around a bunch. So we don't have to...-- He beeped away happily, despite Bolo not being able to understand the majority of his words. He hummed in thought, squinting some as he peered around. Nothing but rocks and dirt that he could see, but that's all that there ever was. There might be a lizard or two hiding among the sparse foliage, but that wouldn't be much of a game when Bolo would find and catch it in two seconds.

[Carbine]

When Bumblebee spoke, Bolo's helm craned around to peer back.

He was listening, that much was apparent, the pointed ears hooked forward to zero in on what was being said, while yellow eyes locked down onto him with focus and intent. There was no denying that Bee had his full attention for a moment, but the words that were said fell down between the language barriers they seemed to hold.

Basic was one of those languages that just didn't pop up too much in everyday life for the Cassette back in the day. Each dog had known the broad strokes of the most popular dialects on the planet, so that they could know some things that a victim was saying when they were found, to try to offer support and help... but Basic just fell between the cracks, and hadn't been installed when he got to Earth as an oversight.

Language packs were a pain for Master, they couldn't just be easily downloaded and slipped into place with ease. It required trust, trust for an outsider to not mess with internal files, and trust not just with Bolo, but with Carbine's own processor on some level. Thunder had installed English into them both, but neither had realized they probably should have done the other language too for Bolo, until it was too late.

Languages took many forms however, and physical language could say a lot. Earth dogs did not know what a human spoke of, they did not have the same vocalizations, nor possibly even had capabilities of having a language of their own! Yet... they picked up on actions and tone, they could learn and adapt. Just because he and Bee didn't speak the same things, didn't mean Bolo didn’t catch on to what was happening.

Kind words, an inquiry, an approach that wasn’t aggressive or pushed to try to catch him before he could run. It was calm, and so, Bolo remained calm, slowly stopping his walk to sit down upon the dusty ground below. The sit was relaxed, his left hind leg stretching out a bit while the other remained hooked beneath his frame. Air continued to heave and push through his vents with a heavy whirl, watching Bee carefully.

WAIT! A word!

Bee said a word that Bolo actually knew! Those were few and far between, and often were just pieces and bits that he didn’t know how it meshed with the rest of what was said. 'No' could be really hard to figure out when it was framed with gibberish. No what?... but fetch? That had been taught! And he knew it!

Bolo's lower quarters seemed to wiggle a bit when the familiar words was said, an attempt to shake a tail that simply wasn't there. It caused an odd sort of scoot against the ground, his mouth closing to lap a tongue over his snout while he thought over what was said, before gaping open again to gulp in air.

He loved fetch normally, but... he was tired... worn down from all the running before. Because of this, he made a sort of soft grumble, before his helm dipped down towards the ground as if he were attempting to touch it with his forehead. The second he got near enough, the rest of his body toppled like a swan dive, the cassette's frame collapsing to the ground where he curled and rolled over part way onto his back with a garbled grumble.

[Bumblebee]

Bee was so very thankful that Bolo didn't bolt off again as he approached. He didn't really feel much like running around anymore after all those short bursts of sprinting, especially under the hot Nevada sun. He was even more thankful when Bolo stopped walking and moved to sit down. His own frame heaved as he vented in, trying to cool his systems.

He took note of the wiggle, and for a moment he thought that meant that Bolo wanted to play again. At least fetch didn't require a whole lot of running – for Bee, anyway. He'd glance around quickly, as if trying to find something that could withstand being played with by both a Cybertronian and a Cybertronian cassette with sharp teeth. He didn't want to hurl rocks around, but there didn't seem to be any trees or big sticks nearby either.

The soft grumble drew his attention back, and he'd watch as Bolo flopped over.

--Yeeah me too, buddy. Me too. I hear ya!-- He beepily chuckled as he slowly lowered down into a crouch before rocking back a little so he was sitting next to the cassette. From here, he'd copy Bolo and would flop backwards, landing with a thud in the dirt. There would be a soft whir as his optics adjusted to the almost blinding blue of the sky above them, and he'd turn his helm to look at Bolo.

He'd stretch his arms back with a grunt and soft hiss of hydraulics, and would bend one knee so his pede was flat against the floor. He'd then relax his arms so one servo was resting on his midsection and the other he'd reach across to lazily scratch Bolo. He wasn't putting much effort into it, knowing that Bolo was probably just as hot as he was, and he didn't want to irritate him by getting into his personal space.

His gaze would shift upwards again to look up the sky, and he'd squint some. His systems still whirred as he vented air. This downtime was nice. Just laying here? He could do this for a while – and he would, at least until either Bolo decided he'd had enough and wanted to go back inside, or if Carbine or another noticed the pair were missing from the base.

--This was fun, thanks Bolo.-- He beeped quietly. He wasn't sure why he was talking, it wasn't like Bolo could even understand him save for a few specific words. It was something to do with the silence, probably. Laying here was nice and all - but the quiet was almost deafening at times.

--Did ya get to do stuff like this back home?-- He paused then, frowning. Home. This was their home now. All he'd known of Cybertron had been war and fighting, with horrible memories scattered here and there - but even so, he did miss the place sometimes. There had been some good, he'd had friends back there. He wouldn't change this for the world, though. He had friends here, too! Raf was here! He wouldn't have gotten to meet so many of the other awesome bots back at base if it weren't for circumstances that'd led them all here. --Running around, I mean. I bet ya got to do all kinds of chasing, huh? Catching all the bad guys and stuff with Carbine.-- He'd seen cops and their dogs on TV before, and knew it was probably more or less the same what Bolo would've done back in the day.

--If ya ever want to run around out here again just let me know, yeah?-- He'd stretch again, shifting his position after wiggling a little to get more comfortable against the dirt, his servo still lazily scratching away at Bolo. --Will probably have to get Carbine to teach us more words, though. Since ya ain't got a clue what I'm saying.-- He chuckled quietly again at that. He didn't mind. Just talking was nice.

--I guess we'll lay here for a bit and then go back inside, yeah? Don't want them getting worried about us or anything.-- He really was surprised nobody had noticed yet, but he wouldn't complain in the slightest.

[Carbine]

Bolo didn’t understand anything Bumblebee was saying, but the company was nice and he didn’t sound angry or anything. The friendly words simply flicked over the area, Bolo rolling until he got onto his back, almost as if he was trying to mimic the yellow Cybertronian. It had taken him a couple times though, the harness keeping him from flopping over too easily, but once he did? He settled right down, and stretched his back legs out with forepaws folded neatly against his chest.

Bright yellow eyes looked out at the upside down horizon and the sky, trying to figure out what was happening in full, and trying to piece together what was being said. In the end though, he couldn't make heads or tails of the words, optics dimming some while his mouth gaped open a bit.

This stillness while Bee spoke, only lasted a few fleeting moments however, a leg kicking out, a tight squirm... soon he would be wiggling on his back, and knocking some dirt around, discovering some new fun just as readily as before. Each wiggle back and forth, dug down a bit through the layer of gravel and dirt, creating scrapes and grooves, while caking his black armor in a thin layer of brown and gray. Eventually, he managed to spin around a bit, aiming his hindquarters at Bumblebee. With no warning, his back legs kicked out, and he started bonking the mech with his paws, kicking and pressing, and kicking some more, his mouth open with tongue lulled out into a doofy smile.

[Bumblebee]

Bee knew that Bolo didn't understand a word he was saying, and yet there was something pleasant about just chatting away like this. Having someone to listen to you and not say anything in return was oddly cathartic. Not that he was really getting into anything too deep, but what he had said had got him thinking. Thinking about how lucky they were to be here, to be able to go out like this and have a moment of being carefree with some actual downtime. The war was still going on, sure, but it was nothing like it was back on Cybertron. The Decepticons didn't know where the Autobots were on Earth, and so for the most part? They were safe.

Bolo shifting to roll onto his back pulled Bee's thoughts back into the present, and he'd turn his helm to watch as Bolo struggled a moment. If he didn't get it in a couple of tries, Bee would of course assist – but Bolo managed, and seemed to settle after a moment, so Bee would turn his gaze back up to the sky.

--We should totally do this again, huh?-- His beeps quiet, thoughtful even as his servos shifted from Bolo to rest on his own midsection. He totally understood why humans liked to lay under the sun like this, it was relaxing! That was the good thing about Nevada, too – lots of sunshine and lazy days like this.

He didn't notice Bolo's leg kicking out next to him, but once the cassette started to wiggle and squirm, kicking up dirt? Bee would shift his attention back to the pup.

--What are you doing?-- He beepily chuckled, content to just watch as Bolo managed to spin himself around with his movements – the cassette seemed to be enjoying himself and so Bee wouldn't stop him. --Probably feels pretty go--- His beeps cut off abruptly as Bolo's back paw made contact with his face. It wasn't a hard kick but he sure felt it! Then more kicks came and Bee squealed. --Ah help, help! I'm being attacked!-- He laughed; his field full of amusement as he raised one arm to the side of his helm to protect himself some from the assault of kicks.

He'd roll over some onto his side so he was facing Bolo, and with his free servo would reach over to playfully poke at the cassette's side with one finger.

--See how you like it!-- He laughed. Of course, he wouldn't retaliate in full, he didn't want to kick Bolo in return and risk hurting him any – so he would continue to simply poke and jab.

[Carbine]

CLONK

The kick to Bee's face only seemed to spur on Bolo more, his smile broadening somehow as his tongue lulled and slapped down to the side in the doofiest grin he could manage. Once the impact was made, his actions grew more jerky and ragged, his other back paw swooping out to kick, before both back legs started to 'pedal' in the air and swing out at Bee with a sort of weird delight. This was paired with his helm swinging back, his forehead pressing against the dirt so his neck and shoulders arched off of the ground as if it would make him pedal harder.

Try to ask anyone just WHY this was so much fun to him? And well, there was no real reason. It was canine logic, and canine logic didn’t always equal real logic. What mattered though, was the fact he was having fun, and he was focused down on this specific task which was made even greater when Bee started to laugh and play along.

Rubber clad paws clunked and slapped against Bee's forearm, an occasional claw swiping down. It wasn't Bolo's intention to hurt him, but his little peds did have sharper points to dig down and grip when it was needed. It wouldn’t rend into metal, but it could scrape if he nailed a strong hit. It was then Bee started to poke him back.

The first jab caused an instantaneous response, his frame lurching to a sudden halt. The second jab made him lurch and swing around so that he was suddenly upright on his chest and legs, staring out ahead. Dirst and dust kicked up around him from his movements, coating over any last inch of him that wasn’t simply filthy. The third jab and continued plays? And Bolo lost it again.

Kicking up, his helm swung around with mouth open, 'biting' at Bee's hand in a very light and controlled mouthing. After this playful assault, he launched and kicked off the ground, spring hopping a few paces away, before looping back. In a split second, he had returned, swung both paws into the air, and then tried to ram slam down at Bee's face to 'pin' him, the continued garbled noises bubbling out.

[Bumblebee]

Canine logic was weird.

Bumblebee wouldn't question it though! If Bolo was having fun, then Bee was too - and that was the main thing here! The cassette wasn't actually hurting Bee any with his actions and was just playing, and so Bee would go along with it. Bolo sure looked awkward with his forehead pressed against the dirt as he kicked out, and Bee would beepily chuckle. How was that even comfortable? Yet the kicks continued and so Bee would continue to playfully half-deflect them.

Thunk after thunk as Bolo kicked out at his arm, there was definitely a scrape-inflicting kick or two in there too – although he saw it as payback for Bolo clunking his helm into the rock and getting a scrape there earlier, so Bee didn't mind in the slightest. As far as war wounds went? This one had a cute story behind it! He didn't want to give Bolo too much of an upperhand, though, and so that's when the first jab came.

The sudden halt from Bolo made Bee pause just for a split second while he worked out if it was a good thing or a bad thing. When nothing happened he'd lunge in again for another playful jab. Bolo seemed to like it, given he swung himself around and was upright in an instant – not pulling away or growling to show that he wasn't having any of it.

--Gooooonna get ya!-- He teased, moving in for the third. This one made Bolo lose his absolute slag, and Bee quickly found his servo being playfully gnawed on by the pup. --Ooh nooo! You got me!-- He laughed, not pulling his servo away - it was only gentle gnawing, after all! Bolo let go a second later anyway, and before Bee could even realize what was happening, Bolo had lifted both front paws up and slammed down at him in a blur of puppy-madness!

--Aaah help! Someone~ Anyone~! Bolo has meee!-- His beeps were higher pitched as he tried to stop himself from laughing too loud, and his field remained playful and happy as he allowed himself to be knocked backwards. He did keep one arm up in front of himself to protect his optics from Bolo's paws, but he was otherwise pinned. His free arm would loop around to try and awkwardly hug the large cassette, giving him a weird half-noogie on his side. There was probably some rule here about how he shouldn't let Bolo 'overpower' him like this, but he only saw it as them having fun and playing around, and so would continue like this.

[Carbine]

Bolo slapped and punched and played, mouthing at Bumblebee's hands at any opportunity he could. He didn’t know what was being said really, which was a given... but he did understand 'Help' which normally would get him to react and start to wonder where the threat was. However, thankfully, the cassette was smart enough to put two and two together, and his toddler brain put together that it was just joking and playing, due to the field energy, and tone that was used, and that bee wasn't REALLY needing help right then!

This seemed to inspire him to play harder a second, his mouth clapping over Bee's forearm that was protecting his face, to try to hold on. The grip was firm, but not painful, the jaws hooking around the wrist to grip on not unlike a pair of handcuffs... handcuffs that sadly were gross since it was a creatures mouth that was doing it. While this occurred, his forepaws draped over the mech's chest, pads splayed out to try to keep a grip on the ridges of armor there even if he made a few additional scratches. He would shake around a bit with this grip, more garbled playing words, until Bee's free hand hooked up and over his neck.

There was a lot of energy being thrown out at once, and the animal didn’t really have ample time to recover after the extensive amounts of running earlier. Motivation for play can only carry the small animal so far, and after a few additional 'struggled' moments, he seemed to give up, but only half way. The partial noogie held him in place and with a huffed whoosh of air from his vents, Bolo let go of Bee's wrist, and flopped entirely on his side on top of the yellow scout.

The Cassette was a weird little animal, and he had his own ideas on how the world worked. They didn't always line up with reality too well, but for him? He knew only what he knew, and that was that there was a hierarchy of power to try to follow. Despite being so tired, he wanted to still be 'top dog', and that is why he tried to remain lying on top of Bee, despite going ragdoll for the moment to attempt to cool down again.

It was too hot out here!

[Bumblebee]

Since this was nothing more than playfighting, Bee would give as much as he took. Every few mouthed attempts made at him he'd move a little slower than normal so Bolo could get a 'hit' in – although he was thankful that Bolo was in play mode! Those teeth and that jaw could do some serious damage if Bolo really wanted to!

As his forearm was grabbed, he'd erupt into more beepy laughter – his engine and systems whirring some due to the heat. It was probably good for Bolo to release some excess energy, it wasn't like he could do laps of the base given it was so small – and so he wouldn't mind the few extra scratches given. While they weren't trophies, as he hadn't done anything to really earn them – they would be a small reminder of the fun he'd had out here. Fun that was few and far between, these days.

The noogie seemed to be working, and he wouldn't let up! Giving a triumphant beep of victory as Bolo let go of him, which tapered into a squeal as the huge cassette then flopped dramatically ontop of him. Oof, Bolo buddy you're heavy! He didn't see this as a top dog situation at all, simply some downtime between playtime, and would move backwards so he was partially laying down – being careful of his doorwings.

--Got ya now!-- He beeped confidently as he looped his arms gently around the cassette. He wasn't jabbing or poking him, nor was he dishing out more noogies in an attempt to get Bolo to fight back. Nah, cuddles would do for right now. Or as much as two giant metal Cybertronian could cuddle, anyway. It really was hot out here, and even despite his bright paint reflecting most of the heat, his systems still whirred loudly as they tried to cool themselves after the running and playfighting.

--Whew, next time we do this we need to wait till later when it's cooler. That sun is killer!-- He laughed, amusement in his tone as his optics whirred some to try and filter out some of the overhead brightness. --Unless we play inside, but that totally limits what we can do!--

He shifted some beneath Bolo, adjusting his position.

--You're really heavy, ya know that?--

[Carbine]

Bolo was wiped out. While Bee had bright colored paint to help reflect a fair amount of the sun's warmth, Bolo was primarily black, and it was really starting to be felt now. All of the running, all of the high temperatures... all of the honest to goodness FUN he was having? It really caught up and his little second wind tuckered out rather fast. This left the large Cassette laying draped across Bee, while the heavy sounds of his fans whirling cycled on high, paired up with ragged panting as Bolo tried to force even more air through his systems.

The panting caused the dog's frame to bob and wobble around some, rocking back and forth between wheezed pulls while his tongue hung out loose to drape out the side of his maw. He stretched out slightly, arching his back legs out and away from his central mass, to let the toes splay and expose his stomach out to the air.

Lifting his helm, and arching it back, Bolo seemed to look over towards where the entrance to the base was upside down, staring at it a bit longingly even if he couldn’t see it any longer. Something about the magic door didn't make sense to him, but... he knew it had to be there somewhere right? The opening would appear somehow when they got near? Or, it always did for Master... what if Bee didn't have Master's door powers however?

Not privy to Bolo's inner thoughts, it would seem rather random when the dog let out an exacerbated groan, pawing his forelegs out into the open air. He wanted to go inside now, to be in the cooler interior, but he also didn't want to walk anymore... if only he could ping Bee with a 'carry' request, like he could Master through their link. Maybe if he whined more and wiggled, the scout would get a clue? Whatever the case, Bolo continued to make fake distressed sounds that couldn't sound further from realistic.

[Bumblebee]

Bee honestly hadn't even considered that Bolo was probably having a bad time with the overhead sun. All he knew was that it was way, WAY too hot out here – and after running around for a while? Oh man he was feeling it. They both were – if the fact they were both flopped on the ground pathetically was anything to go by.

He didn't really mind though, and while Bolo wasn't exactly cuddly in the sense he was a giant metallic dog with lots of angles and edges, it was still... nice in a way that the cassette felt comfortable enough to flop against him like this in their moment of downtime.

--You sound way more tired than I do!-- He beepily chuckled, his own fans were whirring loudly to cycle air through his system, but it wasn't exactly helping – given how hot it was out here. The dry heat meant dry, hot air and it gave very little relief, if any.

He'd awkwardly cradle Bolo as he shifted and wobbled some, casting a nervous glance down to him to make sure that he was alright. He seemed okay, just really warm. His fans seemed to be whirring even harder than Bee's, and the weird panting? Well he'd seen enough shows about animals to know what that meant!

He wouldn't follow Bolo's upside down gaze toward the entrance to the base – leaning back on one servo to try and keep himself mostly upright, while holding Bolo with his other, shifting his legs some to try and prop the pup up.

Only once the groan sounded did Bee glanced down – only to be met by more whines and wiggles, and he was then he noticed where the pup was looking.

--Yeaaah... Probably time to go back inside, huh? I hear ya. Lets go buddy...--

Gently he'd nudge Bolo, easing himself forwards so that Bolo was effectively rolled off his lap. The plan being that Bolo would catch himself and they'd walk inside together. What happened though? Anything but.

Bolo rolled off him in a useless heap, not pulling himself up and looking to Bee as if expecting something.

--Seriously?--

There was amusement in his tone, and his fans would whir louder as he moved – shifting into a stand position himself. Bolo still wasn't budging – and it didn't take Bee long to get the hint. He was a sucker for Bolo too, so would immediately move into a crouch next to him.

--Aight fine, this ain't gonna go well though!-- he'd reach out and give a small headscratch to the pup.

Bolo was a large cassette. Fine for someone like Carbine who was tall and could carry him with ease. Bumblebee, though? Not so tall. Bolo was half his size almost, and after having the pup flopped on him? Knew he wasn't exactly light. But hey, he'd give it his best shot!

He'd loop an arm under Bolo's front legs, and hooked his other under the canine's back legs. The goal here was to lift Bolo and awkwardly carry him back to the Omega Base. But it didn't go so well. There was a loud whir of fans, a hiss of hydraulics as he lifted with all he could. It worked for a second but oh man Bolo was heavy and he let go, stumbling back and landing with a thud on his butt, erupting into beepy laughter.

--Told ya! Let me try again though, hang on!--

Nah, this was a challenge now and he was going to get Bolo back into the base somehow. He wasn't going to give up so easy!

Again he'd stand up, shaking his arms as if psyching himself up, before he would once more lean down to hook an arm under Bolo's front legs, the other shifting around Bolo's 'stomach' area in a weird sort of hug. He struggled to a stand once more, pulling Bolo back against him – and started dragging him backwards toward the base – stopping every so often to lift Bolo up a bit and adjust his hold.

Slooooow and steady. He was trying to lift some as he walked slowly backwards so Bolo's back paws weren't scraping along the floor the entire way, but every so often he simply had to due to the awkwardness of this entire situation.

Still, he wouldn't give up though! Not unless Bolo found it unpleasant and began squirming to be let down.