2016-11-07 Seeking Skritches
From Transformers: Lost and Found
|Summary||Steeljaw seeks out more scritches that Gearshift is happy to provide.|
This spacious, rectangular room serves as the hub for four habsuite hallways that branch off from it on either side. Tinted blue with warm lighting, it's quiet and cozy during most shifts and invariably bustling with activity in the off hours. When the large videopane isn't buzzing with movies, it's being used for what must be aggressive gaming, evinced by the various controller-shaped dents in the wall nearby. A veritable tangle of game consoles flank the shelving unit, some Terran, some Cybertronian, some truly alien - all modded for mechs. L-shaped couches circle a simple table in a pisces layout. Off to the side are a few more tables and chairs beside an energon dispenser and an over-priced vending machine.
Steeljaw has been spending way too much time alone lately, avoiding most mechs if possible. He's spent much of it hanging out watching others out of small areas, never anyone's habsuite but cleaning out ventilation shafts and hovering over common areas, watching. He hasn't quite adjusted yet to being back amongst this many other mechs in such a small space, some who had been enemies only a few years previous and now, they aren't. Some whom they thought were friends and had betrayed him. He's just a small memory stick mech anyway, having been somewhat looked down as often enough as being inferior.
With a sigh though, he goes in search of someone who'd been so nice to him recently. He searches out where she might be, perhaps to beg a skritch out of.
Steeljaw gets lucky: Gearshift is in the common lounge and daydreaming on the couch. She's left Kickback to go on shift, and now she's relaxing and thinking about their conversation, on cloud 9. She's a bit lost to the world, biolights dim in contented thoughts.
Steeljaw pads in quietly, his nose having followed her 'scent' to the Common Lounge. He checks around to see if anyone else is in the area and finding it empty, he silently stalks his 'victim'. With grace born of many eons of practice, he leaps onto the seat next to her on the couch, hoping to catch her by surprise. In his best impersonation of Marty McFly in 'Back to the Future' he quotes, "You mean to tell me, that you built a time machine, out of a DeLorean?"
Gearshift sighs dreamily, only really half-hearing Steeljaw, but manages to quote back, albeit the wrong response "Where we're going, Marty, we don't need roads." The femme sits up, beaming. "Hello Steeljaw," She greets "Did you ever figure out what that liquid I drank was?"
Steeljaw grins his lionish toothy grin. "Actually I believe you're line would be 'When this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're going to see some serious shit." He chuckles and flops down right next to her. "And yes, I did. It was some form of cleaner fluid. Nothing bad or harmful but probably not something you'd want to make a habit of drinking."
"not unless I wanted to get Ratchet's attention mm?" Gearshift jokes, reaching and petting behind the lion's ears. "I take it you like Earth films? Or just Back to the Future?"
Steeljaw arches slightly into the petting, a low rumble of his motors sounding like a very feline purr, showing his calm nature and contentment. "Someone had an extra copy and gave it to me. I kinda like it. Shows a small amount of time of human history."
Gearshift grins "There are two others if you'd like to watch them, I'm sure I can find a copy if Swerve doesn't have access to it." She promises, continuing to pet Steeljaw, reaching under his chin and scratching there as well. It's adorable to her, how cat-like the mech really is. Though if he ever told her to stop, she would too.
Steeljaw lifts his chin, his motor revving a little, intensifying the sound of the purr. He's pretty sure he could get her to skritch him at any time he wanted, just by showing up. He mmmms softly in thought, "I've seen the second one. I'd like a copy of the other two if you can find them." He is quiet for a moment, "So was there some reason you were looking rather dreamily off into space when I arrived?"
Gearshift nods "I can absolutely do that for you." She promises, moving her free servo to pet both sides of Steeljaw's helm at once, behind his ears. "There might be~" She teases, "it'd be very silly of me if there wasn't."
Steeljaw lets out a low moan. "I'll give you a millennia to stop that," he says, sprawling out as if hoping to give her better access. "Oh, and what might that reason be?" he pries. "But, I have known some to just have that look constantly about them for no reason."
Gearshift muses "I should start charging you for this." Don't worry Steeljaw, she won't start that anytime soon. She continues her affection to the lion, chuckling softly. "It's a who." She smiles playfully
Steeljaw snorts, "Oh, but then you would have the reason to pet this luxurious mane of mine or tickle my sensors," he teases. One of his optic ridges raises a bit, "Oh, do I smell a budding romance?" He takes a sniff, "Let me see if I can figure it out by their scent..."
Gearshift can't help the shy blush that blossoms on her face "I like giving you the attention anyways, Steeljaw." She says, "Ours is a mutually beneficial relationship." She smiles again, moving one servo under his chin and the other to pet along his body.
Steeljaw stretches out completely, giving another sniff, "It wouldn't be Kickback that puts that look of dreaminess on your face?"
"What a good nose you have." Gearshift compliments, sincerely. "It's been hours since I saw him, I'm honestly impressed." She pauses in her petting to readjust how she's sitting.
Steeljaw chuckles lowly, "Few know of how good my nose is. I can, if I want to, scent things up to hundreds of miles."
Gearshift takes another pause "If I had something of someone's, could you find them if we ever went back to Cybertron? Or Earth?" She can't believe she's asking this, but any chances of closure. "even if it's a very old item?"
Steeljaw hmmms and thinks, rolling to his side, laying his head on her leg, "Don't know. If there's still a trace of scent on the item and the person it belongs or belonged to is still around, I possibly could."
Gearshift says, "That's what I'm hoping for," Gearshift explains "I just want to know if there's a chance they made it out of the war alive." She can't allow herself to hope that though, she can't open that pandora's box.
Steeljaw mmms, "Won't make any promises but if we get back in one piece, I'll see what I can do."
Gearshift nods "Thank you, Steeljaw." She rewards the promise by continuing to pet the lion again, making sure to get those spots he seems to enjoy the most. "Thank you so much."
Steeljaw shutters his optics and simply lays there, letting his motors idle