[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Sun, Sand, and Sludge [Flux]
Apr 9, 2021 20:10:57 GMT -5
Post by Flux on Apr 9, 2021 20:10:57 GMT -5
As Cintra began to climb her way up, Flux would tense his frame - the fact he was standing in water, with a mass of garbage and who even knew what else beneath his pedes made him want to make sure he was as sturdy as possible for the femme.
Only once she was safely up - and wow, she felt heavier than normal (not that he’d comment on that) - did he relax somewhat, shifting his weight to account for her frame.
Orange optics peered down at the murky water, a silent mantra repeating in his processor of just what he had thrown, so he did not forget. A momentary distraction and pause in this as Cintra lurched some, a servo immediately moving up to rest on her shin, wanting to keep her stable so she didn’t tumble forwards into the disgusting water.
Scanner. Scanner. Scanner.
Opening his mouth to ask if she was alright, Cintra beat him to it with a statement that… confused him. Energon? Here? In this murky, horrible water? Then again, there was some possible logic to the phrase - if things drifted here naturally, there was nothing stopping any stray Energon finding its way here in the ocean current.
“I ah, I can look - maybe I can just grab fistfuls of stuff and we look through it, then I can hurl this crap onto the beach?”
That was one way of sorting through it at least, or hitting the human of which he had yet to spot.
There was a gentle, almost content rumble as the tendril loosely coiled around him. While he knew it was there to keep her balanced, there was a familiar comfort in the motion.
Scanner. Scanner.
He didn’t hear the trash clinking on the beach, too distracted by his own thought process of what he was actually doing to notice much else. With Cintra sitting safely upon him, he would carefully lean forward - not enough to tip her into the water or get anywhere close to doing so, but just enough to reach down to grab a servo-full of…
Seaweed, part of the sail Cintra had just picked from her tendril, some netting and old plastic bottles that were filled with brown water.
Definitely no scanner, though.
“Ugh.”
Not even giving Cintra a chance to look through it, he would hurl the gathered trash toward the beach with as much oomph as he’d hurled the scanner into the ocean. The garbage separating in the air, raining down and scattering across the littered beach with wet, disgusting slaps.
Only once she was safely up - and wow, she felt heavier than normal (not that he’d comment on that) - did he relax somewhat, shifting his weight to account for her frame.
Orange optics peered down at the murky water, a silent mantra repeating in his processor of just what he had thrown, so he did not forget. A momentary distraction and pause in this as Cintra lurched some, a servo immediately moving up to rest on her shin, wanting to keep her stable so she didn’t tumble forwards into the disgusting water.
Scanner. Scanner. Scanner.
Opening his mouth to ask if she was alright, Cintra beat him to it with a statement that… confused him. Energon? Here? In this murky, horrible water? Then again, there was some possible logic to the phrase - if things drifted here naturally, there was nothing stopping any stray Energon finding its way here in the ocean current.
“I ah, I can look - maybe I can just grab fistfuls of stuff and we look through it, then I can hurl this crap onto the beach?”
That was one way of sorting through it at least, or hitting the human of which he had yet to spot.
There was a gentle, almost content rumble as the tendril loosely coiled around him. While he knew it was there to keep her balanced, there was a familiar comfort in the motion.
Scanner. Scanner.
He didn’t hear the trash clinking on the beach, too distracted by his own thought process of what he was actually doing to notice much else. With Cintra sitting safely upon him, he would carefully lean forward - not enough to tip her into the water or get anywhere close to doing so, but just enough to reach down to grab a servo-full of…
Seaweed, part of the sail Cintra had just picked from her tendril, some netting and old plastic bottles that were filled with brown water.
Definitely no scanner, though.
“Ugh.”
Not even giving Cintra a chance to look through it, he would hurl the gathered trash toward the beach with as much oomph as he’d hurled the scanner into the ocean. The garbage separating in the air, raining down and scattering across the littered beach with wet, disgusting slaps.