[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Juvenile Delinquency [Bumblebee]
Oct 16, 2020 22:09:17 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Oct 16, 2020 22:09:17 GMT -5
Any discomfort or fear from Carbine was completely lost on Bumblebee, as he had absolutely no idea how much the helicopter mech disliked flying.
If he had known, he would’ve taken it into account with his suggestions without being patronizing or mean about the whole thing. But, alas, Carbine did not speak up, and so the idea was set into place that somewhere high up would probably be for the best.
Meanwhile, Bee was enjoying the open road. Driving at night wasn’t something he got to do very often, and it was amazing just how different everything seemed - there wasn’t much light around here, save for the moonlight when it peeked from behind the clouds, and his own headlights. Even the street lamps were sparse, with not many people coming out this way to warrant them being a priority.
Spending time with Raf was always a plus, too. Even just driving like this, he enjoyed it - and it was taking his processor off everything that’d happened.
He wouldn’t respond verbally to Carbine’s comment. A trench probably wouldn’t be the best place for fireworks, but it was something to keep in mind just in case they couldn’t find anywhere high up that suited their needs.
As Raf spoke and asked Carbine some questions, he would give a beepy, curious hum of his own to show that he approved of what was said - if only because he wanted to know, too! That was one question he’d asked a few times during his own lifetime - what was it like before the war? - and each person gave a different answer depending on where they’d originally been from. During the war he’d seen pictures sometimes - some people keeping them as mementos as things to look at when things looked bleak. A reminder of what once was, maybe even something to go back to one day - but of course, that hadn’t happened.
He hadn’t ever asked Carbine that question, and so he was curious what his take on it would be.
If he had known, he would’ve taken it into account with his suggestions without being patronizing or mean about the whole thing. But, alas, Carbine did not speak up, and so the idea was set into place that somewhere high up would probably be for the best.
Meanwhile, Bee was enjoying the open road. Driving at night wasn’t something he got to do very often, and it was amazing just how different everything seemed - there wasn’t much light around here, save for the moonlight when it peeked from behind the clouds, and his own headlights. Even the street lamps were sparse, with not many people coming out this way to warrant them being a priority.
Spending time with Raf was always a plus, too. Even just driving like this, he enjoyed it - and it was taking his processor off everything that’d happened.
He wouldn’t respond verbally to Carbine’s comment. A trench probably wouldn’t be the best place for fireworks, but it was something to keep in mind just in case they couldn’t find anywhere high up that suited their needs.
As Raf spoke and asked Carbine some questions, he would give a beepy, curious hum of his own to show that he approved of what was said - if only because he wanted to know, too! That was one question he’d asked a few times during his own lifetime - what was it like before the war? - and each person gave a different answer depending on where they’d originally been from. During the war he’d seen pictures sometimes - some people keeping them as mementos as things to look at when things looked bleak. A reminder of what once was, maybe even something to go back to one day - but of course, that hadn’t happened.
He hadn’t ever asked Carbine that question, and so he was curious what his take on it would be.