Is that something humans do for, say, not best friends, but also...
*He rolls his servo in the air, trying to remember the right word.*
𝑊𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.ᐣ I think that's the term.
And if so--
*He leans forward very suddenly.*
Can you show me how to make one?
( @WRECKADAI )
So uh, Miko, I have a question.
*He pokes his pointer fingers together, hesitating in a way that seems almost... 𝑠𝘩𝑦.ᐣ*
That uh... mix tape thing.
*His eyes shift around, as if making sure no one else can hear them.*
(cont.)
He was the only medical personnel who had treated Starscream with some form of decency.*
I had a bit of an... issue. I went offline for a while. Then, somehow, I came back online. But I've been.. glitching? I suppose you could say? Ever since I woke up.
*He hesitates, gritting his teeth. He doesn't like doctor check-ups. He's had far too many of them over the course of the war. Most of the injuries were inflicted by Megatron, rather than his adversaries. It's never been a pleasant place for him.*
I... do.
(cont.)
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⠀〝 Huh .ᐣ Sure am ٫ Starscream . 〞 Her response is made far too clear the moment the aforementioned femme lowered a medical instrument ٫ which was a mere clamp of some kind .
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*It takes a lot to rip that admission from his throat. Maybe this visit will be different. After all, she's not a Decepticon. Maybe she won't scold him or hurt him on purpose because she thinks it's funny. Admittedly, he misses Knock Out. (cont.)
In an instant, she is cradled, surprisingly safely, in the seat of his cockpit.*
Seatbelt.
*It's a command, but a surprisingly gentle one, as the helmet she previously requested pops out of a hidden compartment and into her lap.*
*He knows this is probably some human joke, and he doesn't get it, but he still gives what sounds like a snort of laughter. She's amusing, what can he say?*
Alright, kiddo, up we go.
*He reaches to scoop her up into his hand, and shifts into his Harrier jet form. (cont.)
I mean, we could get you one if you want it. I think the helmet might actually be built into my cockpit somewhere. I believe they're made to help humans with the G-force. I've never paid it much mind.
But you're welcome to wear it if you want.
Sure! Wouldn’t mind one bit. *She hummed contentedly, bouncing on the heels of her shoes.* Yeah. I know piano. That was… fun, I guess. Though, personally, I prefer the electric guitar.
*He leans into her touch, giving Prowl a squeeze as well.*
I'm still tired... but I don't want to go to sleep.
*Star fears that if he closes his eyes, suddenly another month will pass. He doesn't think he can take that.*
Maybe I just need some energon?
~She reached to caress Star's cheek, leaning in to nudge their foreheads together. This is all she wanted: for him to be back~
Don't push yourself trying to figure it out. Take your time. Even if you're back, you're still in recovery.
(&&)
@WRECKADAI // 𝒪𝒪𝒞. LISTEN, you 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 to be a superstar in order to get close to him. (apparently)
Both his Conjux and now his adopted human child are musicians.
*He holds both of them tightly, ignoring the soreness in his body. Even if he has no memory of it, it felt like he'd been gone for eons. He doesn't like that.*
At least I'm... back? I just wish I k new what caused it.
*Would it happen again? That's terrifying.*
~The instant Prowl was there, she wrapped one arm around him as well to keep him as close to Star as possible. Though she sat up a little when she squeezed their beloved too tightly~
Sorry, sorry! I just... It's been so long. We thought we lost you.
@WRECKADAI I almost wish I didn't, but I do get it. Someone close to me got very into that game. I think she thought it was a real event that happened on your planet, at first.
ᵀʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵈ���ⁱᵗ˒ ˢᵉᵉⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗ ˢᵒ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶜᵘᵗᵉˑ
@WRECKADAI *He gives a long, overdramatic, playful sigh as he rolls his optics.*
I 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒 I won't slaughter the 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑒 planet, then.
ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇⁱᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃⁱᵐⁱⁿᵍˑ