[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Broken Molds [Flamesnort]
Apr 18, 2020 0:57:45 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2020 0:57:45 GMT -5
Week 2 | Day 1 | Early AM
The idea of curling up on their own berth and sinking into the oblivion known as rest- was heavenly. And oh so frustrating. Where the theory of rest held promise, the practice of it was not possible. It wasn’t insomnia no, it was simply their biology. To cease in movements meant complications- complications that further ceased movement. So a good night's rest was out of the question.
The walk to their new dwelling place was a bitter one full of silence- primarily from distracted minds, and secondly out of respect for those that could actually recharge. In one servo Switchfoot carried a well worn data pad, their optic languidly observing the map through which their own locator pip traveled. There would be no getting lost this time. In their other arm was cradled a small pilfered stash of energon- a necessary thing given how they constantly spend energy. Swansong had let their twin take over the mindless process of walking, but still kept an optic on their trajectory.
Once the dorms came into view, Swan pulled their shared frame into an abrupt stop. ‘There’s no doors! Wha- Hey Switch? I’m sorry I ever complained about our previous dwellings. This is roughing it.’ Approaching one of the rooms with a noted vacancy, they peered inwards and then quickly whipped their attention back to Switchfoot. ‘It’s all dirt! Our paint- it- brown and white don’t mix!’
Ignoring the other’s hesitations, Switch pushed their way in, experiencing only a minor delay in animations. ’Fortunately for you, it is merely a glorified shelf for our belongings. Do not go fretting your appearance. Not much can improve it.’ Switchfoot didn’t pay any mind to the room's occupants- they were set on staking their own claim. Instead they focused on updating some older notes on their data pad, indicating with a low gesture for Swan to set their new energon supply in the hollowed alcove; that was to be the storage area for shared belongings.
It was a fairly easy task even with only one arm made available to Swan, and it was a task done quickly. After the final touch of centering the uppermost cube of energon, they took a moment to actually observe their new dwelling space. That visual sweep of the dark space had passed over the slumbering form of Flamesnort without much concern.
Swansong had a moment to take note of the stranger’s sparse belongings before the reality of what they actually saw hit them with full force. Their helm snapped back in a double take and they gave it a brief shake to ensure that they weren’t experiencing a visual glitch. Once they realized that all their facilities were intact, they uttered a quiet, “Woah...” With Switchfoot being relatively checked out, Swan was able to rotate the shared frame with no resistance.
’What is i-’Switch didn’t need to finish the statement- they saw what the other saw and were quick to take control over the rest of their frame. Within moments they were stalking over to Flamesnort’s berth, servos working to start a new study file. Swansong had enough experience with their twin so as not to interrupt them now.
This led to the pair walking in a silence that was only interrupted by the soft hum of their own systems and the tapping of their digits on their data pad. It was safe to say that neither helm had encountered a being that looked so primal. Switchfoot could not recall ever having felt such great levels of elation in regards to patient study- they were practically buzzing with excitement as they noted their visual observations and started on basic sketches.