[ti]Ep 3[/ti]The Second Circle (Closed | Pipette )
Jun 26, 2021 18:45:23 GMT -5
Post by Starkrieger on Jun 26, 2021 18:45:23 GMT -5
Whatever allies were encountered at the base entrance, and halls were offered a perfunctory greeting, a quick nod. Pip hadn’t actually gone on about her favored element as he had thought, leaving the Seeker to review her words. Non-reactive characteristic, it didn’t take much processing power to figure out why it would be beneficial for a chemist.
“Then it’s really you who is the noble one.” The teasing was more casual than he usual, less obvious, but Pipette was sharp, he was sure she'd pick up on it. Regardless, the trek to the wash racks was pleasant enough, despite the serious nature of their discussion outside, Krieg wasn’t in the right mindset to dwell on his own insecurities. Between returning to the main forces on Earth, the prospect of both future flight, and of course present company, he was quite content to exist in the moment. Well, so long as his curious little scientist didn’t send him into another spiral.
It would be fine. He feared no fall, neither the physical nor the metaphorical kind.
One survived, or no longer had concerns. Granted, surviving wasn’t always easy
As they drew near, Krieg’s wings lifted, even the secondary set with their limited movement other than adjustment to their anterior/posterior angle, managed to rise subtly, trembling either from the unusual position, or anticipation. With a gentle squeeze, he loosened his grip on her shoulder, as he started to pass the femme. A single digit remained to gently drag along her plating, until he went about selecting a location.
Contrary to what might be expected, he didn’t stick close to an exit. Whether it was because the room was sufficiently large, or washing was that marvelous of a distraction was up for debate. No, Starkrieger selected the furthest space, the best defended in case they were inundated by vehicons. He’d liked the miners, but in his experience their collective identity could sometimes override their awareness of social boundaries. Minor posturing would remind them, Seekers tended to be a more territorial model.
Opening the valves of the last two adjacent fixtures, he spared her a glance. There was mischief in those optics, but initially, he simply submerged himself, wings rising to their highest point under the spray, as he engaged mechanisms, shifting ailerons, and just generally angled and flexed them He’d already cleaned once that day, so working the solvent in wasn’t necessary, but she didn’t know that.
If she joined him, his Pipchen wouldn’t be left to wonder for long what that look before had meant. Casually turning away from the stream, he pulled his wings back, tipping them so the bottom edge flared outward. Suddenly flicking them distally, the collecting liquid was flung in her general direction, only for the Seeker to act as though he had no idea what he’d done… if one didn’t count the smirk.
“Then it’s really you who is the noble one.” The teasing was more casual than he usual, less obvious, but Pipette was sharp, he was sure she'd pick up on it. Regardless, the trek to the wash racks was pleasant enough, despite the serious nature of their discussion outside, Krieg wasn’t in the right mindset to dwell on his own insecurities. Between returning to the main forces on Earth, the prospect of both future flight, and of course present company, he was quite content to exist in the moment. Well, so long as his curious little scientist didn’t send him into another spiral.
It would be fine. He feared no fall, neither the physical nor the metaphorical kind.
One survived, or no longer had concerns. Granted, surviving wasn’t always easy
As they drew near, Krieg’s wings lifted, even the secondary set with their limited movement other than adjustment to their anterior/posterior angle, managed to rise subtly, trembling either from the unusual position, or anticipation. With a gentle squeeze, he loosened his grip on her shoulder, as he started to pass the femme. A single digit remained to gently drag along her plating, until he went about selecting a location.
Contrary to what might be expected, he didn’t stick close to an exit. Whether it was because the room was sufficiently large, or washing was that marvelous of a distraction was up for debate. No, Starkrieger selected the furthest space, the best defended in case they were inundated by vehicons. He’d liked the miners, but in his experience their collective identity could sometimes override their awareness of social boundaries. Minor posturing would remind them, Seekers tended to be a more territorial model.
Opening the valves of the last two adjacent fixtures, he spared her a glance. There was mischief in those optics, but initially, he simply submerged himself, wings rising to their highest point under the spray, as he engaged mechanisms, shifting ailerons, and just generally angled and flexed them He’d already cleaned once that day, so working the solvent in wasn’t necessary, but she didn’t know that.
If she joined him, his Pipchen wouldn’t be left to wonder for long what that look before had meant. Casually turning away from the stream, he pulled his wings back, tipping them so the bottom edge flared outward. Suddenly flicking them distally, the collecting liquid was flung in her general direction, only for the Seeker to act as though he had no idea what he’d done… if one didn’t count the smirk.