[Nova Storm cycles her optics again down at Moon, then very gingerly begins to scratch behind his ears. Almost immediately he enthusiastically bumps into her hand to demand more scratches, and her reflexive little startled peep turns into a soft laugh]
Yeah, yeah, bossy...
[She relaxes a little as she scratches him with a bit more confidence, but it doesn't last long. She looks up at Monk when he goes quiet, her own face falling in horror as she listens. The idea of being totally alone, no Warp or other seekers or decepticons or anybody... the mere thought of it makes her shoulders hunch, trying to uncomfortably ruffle wings that aren't there]
Y-yeah, [she agrees shakily, burying her own fingers into Moon's wool even though she doesn't grip, she's gripped onto too many things] That's her call. She doesn't wanna know or remember that feeling, she won't hear about it from me. That's-
[Her voicebox clicks and clicks as she tries to say something like 'that's what you do for other seekers' but... she hasn't been. Not for him, or anybody. Not really. She's only been thinking of herself and what she wanted and what she thought. She casts her optics about here and there as she gathers up what scraps she's managed to gather over the past few weeks of thinking that were spurred on further by that disaster, then glances back up at him]
That's what you do, for other seekers, [she says quietly, wincing in shame, and pulls her hand away from Moon to pick and fidget behind her audial to try and self soothe with grooming] Or... you're supposed to. We need to talk about that, too. I guess.
[She looks back at him, then sighs out a huff through her vents] I've been eight kinds of an awful glitch to you. Everybody, mostly. Entirely. And you never did anything to earn it, so...
[She works her mouth for a few seconds, then manages a crooked smile for him]
I'm sorry. Really. You don't remember anything and you don't ever have to, but you're still flock. I should've been looking out for you, and I wasn't. You don't have to accept this either, just... Trying that whole... working on my scrap thing. And I guess this is step one, or whatever.
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Date: 2025-11-27 06:46 pm (UTC)Yeah, yeah, bossy...
[She relaxes a little as she scratches him with a bit more confidence, but it doesn't last long. She looks up at Monk when he goes quiet, her own face falling in horror as she listens. The idea of being totally alone, no Warp or other seekers or decepticons or anybody... the mere thought of it makes her shoulders hunch, trying to uncomfortably ruffle wings that aren't there]
Y-yeah, [she agrees shakily, burying her own fingers into Moon's wool even though she doesn't grip, she's gripped onto too many things] That's her call. She doesn't wanna know or remember that feeling, she won't hear about it from me. That's-
[Her voicebox clicks and clicks as she tries to say something like 'that's what you do for other seekers' but... she hasn't been. Not for him, or anybody. Not really. She's only been thinking of herself and what she wanted and what she thought. She casts her optics about here and there as she gathers up what scraps she's managed to gather over the past few weeks of thinking that were spurred on further by that disaster, then glances back up at him]
That's what you do, for other seekers, [she says quietly, wincing in shame, and pulls her hand away from Moon to pick and fidget behind her audial to try and self soothe with grooming] Or... you're supposed to. We need to talk about that, too. I guess.
[She looks back at him, then sighs out a huff through her vents] I've been eight kinds of an awful glitch to you. Everybody, mostly. Entirely. And you never did anything to earn it, so...
[She works her mouth for a few seconds, then manages a crooked smile for him]
I'm sorry. Really. You don't remember anything and you don't ever have to, but you're still flock. I should've been looking out for you, and I wasn't. You don't have to accept this either, just... Trying that whole... working on my scrap thing. And I guess this is step one, or whatever.