[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Second Circle (Closed | Pipette )
Mar 15, 2021 19:49:08 GMT -5
Post by Pipette on Mar 15, 2021 19:49:08 GMT -5
Pipette tried not to squirm under Star-kun’s caress. His claw tips tickled in a way that was also equally enjoyable. The mixed sensation of want to get away and yet wanting more was almost novel. As the tickling sensation built up, she found she needed to restrain his hand by placing her own on top. After a moment, she found the claw tip of his thumb with the center of hers. She pressed down hard enough to feel the point, bit not hard enough to piece the thin plating.
“I was alone, yes, but loneliness is subjective. By simplistic categorization, I am classically defined as introverted, my own company was enough...until it wasn't I concede.” Navigating the communication difficulties of aliens had put her off communicating at all for a long time. “I simply endured as I must. I do not think my resolve to be remarkable.” She spoke honestly and took no credit where none was deserved.
Still looking up at the taller mech, she raised her free hand to ever so gently caress the lines of his jaw if he let her. “I am most quantifiably not lonely now.” There was a gentle mirth to her tone, enjoyment of the moment.
“The other’s matter little. One was a soldier, a fighter for fighting’s sake. I believe he joined some mercenary band for all the Energon he could ingest. The other two paired off and settled down on some pleasant enough planetoid, to do whatever it is old couples do. I know nought of the other two craft and their crews.”
Whatever was currently going on between them, Pipette was far from certain, the chemist part of her invented through one filter and then closed it off, isolating the air sample for later analyzation. She would also run her own fuel check for any imbalances at a later point. The use of chemical mood shifters was very rare among Cybertronians, but far from impossible. She had no reason to suspect Starkrieger, but wanted to be absolutely certain that her own instinctive responses were entirely natural.
“I presume you enjoy, nay, relish the company of others?” She wanted to know more about Starkrieger, but didnt know what questions to ask. She did like the sound of his voice.
“I was alone, yes, but loneliness is subjective. By simplistic categorization, I am classically defined as introverted, my own company was enough...until it wasn't I concede.” Navigating the communication difficulties of aliens had put her off communicating at all for a long time. “I simply endured as I must. I do not think my resolve to be remarkable.” She spoke honestly and took no credit where none was deserved.
Still looking up at the taller mech, she raised her free hand to ever so gently caress the lines of his jaw if he let her. “I am most quantifiably not lonely now.” There was a gentle mirth to her tone, enjoyment of the moment.
“The other’s matter little. One was a soldier, a fighter for fighting’s sake. I believe he joined some mercenary band for all the Energon he could ingest. The other two paired off and settled down on some pleasant enough planetoid, to do whatever it is old couples do. I know nought of the other two craft and their crews.”
Whatever was currently going on between them, Pipette was far from certain, the chemist part of her invented through one filter and then closed it off, isolating the air sample for later analyzation. She would also run her own fuel check for any imbalances at a later point. The use of chemical mood shifters was very rare among Cybertronians, but far from impossible. She had no reason to suspect Starkrieger, but wanted to be absolutely certain that her own instinctive responses were entirely natural.
“I presume you enjoy, nay, relish the company of others?” She wanted to know more about Starkrieger, but didnt know what questions to ask. She did like the sound of his voice.