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

[Carbine]

Yay it was 'let's go' time!

This meant that Bee was gunna scoop him up, and carry him inside!

Only... he didn’t...

Instead of Bee pushing his legs underneath himself, and lifting them both up into the air, the scout had pushed him completely off his lap as if he were some forgotten thing. This did not please Bolo too much. He wanted to be carried, he wanted to be coddled, he wanted to be treated like a king, and he didn't want to have to put in any more effort of his own! Because of this, he complained by going ragdoll, slumping down to the ground with a rattle of plating and joints once he was fully pushed free.

While he played 'mostly' dead, Bolo did happen to look back at the other Cybertronian, showing he was conscious and not knocked out or something weird. The look was a sort of side eye, an annoyed sort of huff following soon after. If the dog had eyelids, it would not be a far guess to say that they would have probably been a bit narrowed towards the mech.

Thankfully, Bee put two and two together, and came over with intent to lift him up. Bolo happily complied to let Bee's hands scoop beneath him. He didn’t wiggle, he didn’t thrash... he was trusting and wanting to be lifted! Only... that trust was compromised as Bee dropped him and fell backwards laughing.

Bolo scrabbled as he was dropped, not having enough space to properly orient his legs fully beneath him. This resulted in the dog slamming into the dirt on his foreleg and chest a bit, helm whipping up into the air to protect itself from a full face smack. This was not fun, and Bolo mock bit in Bee's direction at being 'disrespected' in such a way, his mouth open while he watched what the scout would do next.

A second attempt was made, another pull, a garbled noise out from the dog... Bolo was being very patient, his greed and want to be lazy, being challenged by a certain amount of discomfort through the ordeal. He was lifted, yes, he didn’t have to walk, also yes... but his back legs were drug on the ground, or he had to awkwardly kick them up and half straddle Bee's leg, which was moving and clunking against his belly.

The Cassette tolerated this for a few moments, before it became apparent Bee just wasn't good for carrying and he decided he was done. Large paws would reach out, slapping and plunking against Bee's armor, while his body twisted and spun in an attempt to squirm free. If he managed to pop away and land on the ground with no issues, the large canine would start to trot back towards the invisible door with head high, as if he was trying to regain some regality that Bumblebee had stolen from him with such an embarrassing performance.

[Bumblebee]

Bolo's dramatic attempt at playing dead didn't phase Bee really and so he'd ignore it. It was hot and they were both miserable because of it, and if the pup wanted to pout over it – Bee wasn't going to stop him. It wasn't like they were going to be outside for much longer! If he was truly at a discomfort, he could – and probably would – walk inside on his own, so Bee figured he was just being silly.

The first attempt at picking up the cassette hadn't gone well – Bolo was literally half his size and was a lot heavier than he looked. It was probably hilarious to see, like a toddler carrying a cat awkwardly or something, and while he couldn't help fall backwards, he hadn't meant to break any trust or actually hurt Bolo.

The noise of him hitting the dirt made Bee's beepy chuckle taper off into a squeak of concern, and the mock bite in his direction showed him that Bolo wasn't exactly happy about being dropped.

--Aah sorry Bolo!! You're heavy as heck ya know that? I'm trying though!--

Take two didn't go much better. Awkwardly walking backwards and trying to keep Bolo off the ground was a lot harder than it looked. If he was to pick the cassette up with one arm near his front and back legs, it'd be far too heavy and he wouldn't be able to even move, so this awkward drag would have to do.

It didn't last long however, and Bolo decided that he'd had enough and began to squirm and smack against Bee with his paws.

--Okay, okay!! Can't say I didn't try though!--

Bee knew better than to keep ahold of the squirming metal pup, and would move with him so that he didn't drop awkwardly down for a second time. Once Bolo was down with no issue, Bee would huff out an exhale of a sigh – his systems overworking against the heat while they'd been trying to carry the cassette, and now they were trying to cool down once more.

Casting a quick glance down at himself to make sure he wasn't too badly scratched up from their playtime, he'd begin moving after Bolo. Unlike the cassette, his helm wasn't held high - although he did feel a little bad that he hadn't been able to lift Bolo the way he wanted. He kept an eye on Bolo's trot, making sure he wasn't limping or something from the fall – but he seemed to be okay and no worse for wear.

Only once he was satisfied that Bolo was okay would he quicken his pace to catch up to the dog, the invisible entrance to the base shifting with a whir and opened before them.

[Carbine]

Moving was starting to make Bolo feel a bit better in some ways, though it also warmed his engine at the same time. It was a sad give and take of his systems warming as they moved, while fresh cool air was being forced through his vents as he went, trying to contest the heat. Whatever the case, the canine continued to trot along at a leisurely lope, paws barely lifting off the ground enough to clear the surface. At times, they didn’t even clear the dirt below; the sharper points of toes sliding along the dusty earth to click up a few trails and plumes into the air.

As he neared the invisible entrance to the base, Bolo's head rose even more so as the door opened, helm flicking with a pleased toss and open flop of his mouth. He felt like he had magically caused the door to open, and it pleased him beyond all else! Not fully understanding the complexities of the gateway. It was a fun little illusion for him however, pretending he had gained the magical powers to enter the base on his own, even if he couldn't leave on his own terms. As far as he was concerned now? It was a one way doggy door, and what lie beyond was an air conditioned nap perfect zone.

Black paws clunked and padded down the paved entrance, bits of grit and dirt falling from, between toes and their little off-road adventure. Some twigs and dry shrubs were pinched between his plating, and in the artificial lighting the scuffs and new dents were nicely visible. They didn't seem to concern him however, walking all the way into the control Room, before he decided right... there... was good...

With a rolled flop that was almost like he had been shot, Bolo slumped down onto the cool concrete floor, sprawling out right on top of the Autobot emblem with belly airborne.

[Bumblebee]

Bee would let Bolo go first into the base, and once the cassette had moved inside, Bee would follow and walk alongside him. The air-conditioning was a welcome relief, and only further reinforced his mental note earlier not to go outside when it was baking hot. Nevada was rough, and he had to give humans credit for living in such places!

The door hissed closed behind them, their location hidden and secure once more. As they walked, Bee would take this moment to look over his frame at the dings and dents he'd acquired from the short moment of play. He was scuffed and red, sandy dirt had left his usually bright yellow paint a little dusty. He didn't mind though, not even the scuffs that silver peeked through – it'd been all in good fun.

He wasn't sure what to do next – was Bolo going to go find Carbine? Were they going to play further now that they were inside where it was nice and cool? There was some quiet relief when he realized Carbine or Optimus weren't waiting with servos-on-hips to demand just what they were doing outside the base. No, it was surprisingly quiet – and he'd take it!

His gaze would snap to Bolo as he flopped down in an instant, and he'd roll his own shoulders with a beepy chuckle.

--Whew, good plan Bolo!-- he didn't really feel like walking much further himself – the aircon was amazing but he was still running uncomfortably hot, and would copy the canine's movements and lowered himself down into a crouch before laying back – resting his helm gently against that exposed canine belly. He'd move of course if Bolo had issue with it, but he was testing the waters here.

Staring up at the ceiling he'd huff out a vent of a sigh as his systems finally began to cool with the aid of the air conditioning.

--Not sure about you, but I could probably lay here all day!--

Aaah, this felt nice.