𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃.ᐟ . 𓈒𓏸

{{ i want angst with stormclash gotta think smthn up

{ juice boxes— bought. she has an addiction, but it could be worse. the sun is going to set soon, but she doesn’t feel like going back home. * 😔 🧃 }

maybe tomorrow… mmn, you too, fizzyyy…

{ knocked OUT, almost immediately. at least she doesn’t snore! }

then, yeah, i’d care about ‘em. i bet you’d make some really cool weapons too… ( 🥱 )

{ sleepy mutterings, offering more of the blanket out for ironfist to have. }

hmm…? ‘course, why wouldn’t i? you probably work really hard at making them, don’t you?

{ she mumbles, reaching a servo to rub at her scarred optic. }

heheh. if it’s not too much trouble… i like how lax it is here. not as strict as it is back at the sector.

{ that’s partially why she enjoys it here, scooting a little closer. }

you should show me those prototypes sometime. i’d like to see ‘em…

{ her visor flickers for a moment before lifting entirely— that’s much better to sleep with. passing ironfist a sleepy glance… he’s finally joined her! }

mmn. done with your prototypes…?

{ think real long and hard as to why she keeps visiting you and only you, ironfist. a smartie like him could surely come to a conclusion or two. curling up… }

{ wiggling around again— it’s almost as if she knows he’s on the bed now, considering she’s shrinking the amount of space she’s taking up! lying on her side now. considerate sleepy gal. }

{ stormclash would enjoy that greatly, if he ever did. for now, she’ll settle for rolling around in his bed to get comfy. wiggle, wiggle, winding up on her tummy. }

{ he’s so coooool. too bad he can’t work with an audience, she would so love to see themmmm. * 😪 }

{ snoozing under ironfist’s blankets. snnzzz. }

oooo… you sure do like your weapons.

{ she grins, quick to take him up on his offer and plop down next to him, crossing one leg over the other. }

hrmm, i don’t know their names— the one that got arrested before, big guy! and another purple one.

yeah! i was watching these two triple changers argue about something. then i thought you’d be better to talk to, so, here i am.

{ flashing a grin, hefting herself up to a stand! no lounging on his floor. }

what’cha doing? reading?

{ flung onto the floor of his room, snickering as she moves to sit UP, rotors flickering in amusement. looking left, looking right… no pyro! }

hiya, fizzy. i wanted to pay you a visit. ( 😌 )

{ WOAAAHH!! a wolf just left the base? how many teammates do they have in there? the shared rooms are already too much for her.
at least you weren’t spotted, ‘copter, lowering herself down to take a peek into ironfist’s window… before whirling herself through the open slot. INCOMING!! }

{ two triple changers bickering… BOOOORINGGG.
maybe ironfist is up and around? lifting off to head towards the wrecker base, incoming ‘copter! }

the ‘cons are at it again. wonder what they’re talking about down there.

{ peeking out from atop the building she’s perching on. people watching at its finest. }

{ twirling one of her rotorblades, bored out of her mind. not much to report on today. }

aw, thanks! you take it easy too, okay? and see you another time, ruben.

{ TOO cute! giving a similar wiggle of her rotors before turning on her heels to carry on her way. }

‘course! no need to thank me, just be careful with letting him out. he tried to hide, but, his tail kind of gives him away. he’s a cutie for sure.

{ waving at ruben. she doesn’t know what you are but, she likes you! }

( ❕ )

woah! hot shot, right? this is your bird?
sorry for intruding, but, he was all the way out in the city. i wanted to make sure he’d get home safe and sound.

hmm? is this your home? wanna be put down…?

{ please don’t run in the opposite direction or anything like that. crouching down to allow ruben the freedom to walk, nearing the ship’s entrance. }

let’s see… we’ll be there super soon, little guy. i don’t have anything to give you until then, so, sit tight!

{ she should be seeing a house, building, or… something! not sure if this big ol’ ship counts, but that’s where the coordinates match! is this a trap. }

. . .
i’ll take that as a yes! if not, you can bite me. i’ll understand. ( 🙂‍↕️ )

{ hefting the little bird into her arms to hold, beginning to slot the numbers into her navigator as she walks. they’re heading in the right direction now, soon you’ll be where you belong, ruben! }

ruben? oh! is that your owners name? or your name… probably your name, hehe.

{ a set of COORDINATES?! bingo bango. }

can i pick you up, ruben?

hey! that’s a little better… too bad you don’t have a collar or anything. that’d be kinda helpful.

{ offering out her servo for him to waddle over to. she’ll try and pet you! }

( 💧 )

{ she’s sooo not good with animals. especially ones not from her world! nervously reaching out a hand… blindly. don’t peck at it. }

it’s okay… i’m a friend. you can smell me if you want.

{ BINGO!! she’s stepping over to the box that the bird chooses to hide behind, dropping to crouch beside his tail. }

heeey… i’m not gonna hurt you. just wanna make sure you get home safe. come out, please? ( 😅 )