[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Telephone Line - Hot Rod/Dart
Nov 12, 2020 0:48:03 GMT -5
Post by Dart on Nov 12, 2020 0:48:03 GMT -5
"Wasn't built with a holo," the courier mumbled.
Which was the truth, and so she left it at that. She didn't really think that her saying she did would get back to anyone back in the Decepticons. Yet there was still this need to hold it tight and close, keep the secret safe and silent. She wasn't supposed to have one, and the avatar was- well, it was everything right now. Sure, it gave her the ability to get the things she needed, but it was also so much more. A gift, in so many incredible ways.
She lifted her foot and shifted her weight slightly as he continued to talk. Right, right, he was a spook, it was absolutely his business to know these things. That trepidation in her was building to bad levels.
Sweetspark-
You make yourself a walking billboard when you hang out with a giant glow---
Under the brim of her helm, Dart's optics widened until she wore the expression of a deer that abruptly realized it was smack dab in the middle of Interstate Five during a semi-truck drag race.
Wait. Whoa. Wait a- he's not talking about--
Her brain, which had been frantically looping in circles on the virtual hamster-wheel inside of her head with a thousand things, came to an abrupt stop. It bounced around a few times in the still churning wheel before it was shot off into the depths of her head. Positronic 8-Ball in the corner pocket.
The tips of her spoiler had shot up straight over her shoulders. They were quivering and twitching.
"Huh? Er, no no no no no." she stammered.
The courier lifted her hands and held them out palms up, then crossed them quickly in front of her a few times as if she was desperately trying to fend off invisible bees.
"No no. It's not like that at all! Oh gosh no. No. I'm sorry, haha, oh boy this is- I just- he said hi, I said hi, he needed a place to go let off some steam, and I knew a safe place to drive. We talked for a while, truce, you know? Truce. That was it, swear. Promise. He didn't do anything like that, I didn't... Besides, I- no. I think this is an awful misunderstanding, and I'm so sorry and this is so awkward, I thought you were talking- I mean I didn't, I totally thought- well, because, because, because-"
Dart looked up. Then she looked to the left. She drew a deep gulp of air and stared back up towards the heavens again as if she was hoping that she might be able to point up at the sky and say "asteroid!" and then take off at a dead run. Nope, no asteroids.
Sorry, those were only saved for dinosaurs and Bruce Willis. Not for giant robots who were fast on their feet and a little slow in the realization department.
Dart's mouth opened. She stared helplessly at Jazz for a moment and then brought up her hand to rub at the side of her nose as if she was trying to buy herself some time with an itch.
"I- I'm kinda seeing someone," she blurted. "Here. Like, um, here-here. Earth."
Which was the truth, and so she left it at that. She didn't really think that her saying she did would get back to anyone back in the Decepticons. Yet there was still this need to hold it tight and close, keep the secret safe and silent. She wasn't supposed to have one, and the avatar was- well, it was everything right now. Sure, it gave her the ability to get the things she needed, but it was also so much more. A gift, in so many incredible ways.
She lifted her foot and shifted her weight slightly as he continued to talk. Right, right, he was a spook, it was absolutely his business to know these things. That trepidation in her was building to bad levels.
Sweetspark-
You make yourself a walking billboard when you hang out with a giant glow---
Under the brim of her helm, Dart's optics widened until she wore the expression of a deer that abruptly realized it was smack dab in the middle of Interstate Five during a semi-truck drag race.
Wait. Whoa. Wait a- he's not talking about--
Her brain, which had been frantically looping in circles on the virtual hamster-wheel inside of her head with a thousand things, came to an abrupt stop. It bounced around a few times in the still churning wheel before it was shot off into the depths of her head. Positronic 8-Ball in the corner pocket.
The tips of her spoiler had shot up straight over her shoulders. They were quivering and twitching.
"Huh? Er, no no no no no." she stammered.
The courier lifted her hands and held them out palms up, then crossed them quickly in front of her a few times as if she was desperately trying to fend off invisible bees.
"No no. It's not like that at all! Oh gosh no. No. I'm sorry, haha, oh boy this is- I just- he said hi, I said hi, he needed a place to go let off some steam, and I knew a safe place to drive. We talked for a while, truce, you know? Truce. That was it, swear. Promise. He didn't do anything like that, I didn't... Besides, I- no. I think this is an awful misunderstanding, and I'm so sorry and this is so awkward, I thought you were talking- I mean I didn't, I totally thought- well, because, because, because-"
Dart looked up. Then she looked to the left. She drew a deep gulp of air and stared back up towards the heavens again as if she was hoping that she might be able to point up at the sky and say "asteroid!" and then take off at a dead run. Nope, no asteroids.
Sorry, those were only saved for dinosaurs and Bruce Willis. Not for giant robots who were fast on their feet and a little slow in the realization department.
Dart's mouth opened. She stared helplessly at Jazz for a moment and then brought up her hand to rub at the side of her nose as if she was trying to buy herself some time with an itch.
"I- I'm kinda seeing someone," she blurted. "Here. Like, um, here-here. Earth."