Nexus; Around the Sign-ish; Gen's LOL finally ends
KittyGen: *headbutts Dreadnought's leg*
Dreadnought: *hunkers down and ear rubs*
Gen: *purrs; does the leg-cheek-body rub*
Dreadnought: *gently scoops her up and cuddles her under his chin as he scritches*
Gen: *purr purr purr rub bump the chin*
Dreadnought: ^_^
Gen: *Dready, you might want to sit down; is wanting lots of skritches, so this could take a while*
Dreadnought: *leans back against wall and just love loves the kitty*
Gen: *will purr and rublove until she zonks out*
Gen: *starting to get sleepy*
Dreadnought: *kisses her on the head and rumbles*
Gen: *aaaaaaaand the kitty is asleep*
Dreadnought: *content to just hunker there and hold her and rest his head on her*
*but wait! something appears to be happening! is it? it is! Gen's LOL has finally ended; careful there, Dreadnought, you're holding a napping normal Gen now*
Dreadnought: *blinks and lifts a brow ridge, wondering if he should move and wincing inwardly as he thinks of how scared she'll be*
Gen: *snuggles closer in her sleep*
Dreadnought: *hesitant to intake air* *and then very very gently sets her down*
Gen: *clings!* *will not let go*
Dreadnought: >_< *holds*
Psych: *is walking by, looking for his sister* ... *he found her!*
Dreadnought: *actually gives him sheepish look*
Psych: *takes in a deep breathe and starts mouthing words quite furiously*
Dogs in the distance: *start howling*
*yes, Psych's voice went that high*
Dreadnought: //Don't slagging wake her up. She's going to be scared enough as it is!//
Psych: *pant pant* //What in the name of the nine hells of Vikla?!//
Dreadnought: //She was feline when I picked her up.//
Psych: //That doesn't explain... this!//
Dreadnought: //....she's holding on.//
Psych: //... Come again?//
Dreadnought: //Look closer, slag processor.//
Psych: *creeps closer* //You've gotta be kidding me.//
Dreadnought: *rumbles at him*
Psych: //Whoooooo boy. This is gonna be fun once she wakes up.//
Dreadnought: //...don't suppose you can get her loose? I really don't want to scare her.//
Psych: //Um...// *tries to pry off a hand*
Gen: *frowns in her sleep and tightens her grip*
Psych: //Nope.//
Dreadnought: >_< //Maybe we should wake her up//
Psych: //Heh. Only if you really want to freak her out.//
Dreadnought: //She's going to be freaked anyway, isn't she?//
Psych: //Not necessarily. It takes a while for her mind to wake up, and she might still think she's a cat. She wakes up, lets go, and you can put her down before she realizes what the slag happened.//
Dreadnought: //You sure? Because I'll have to hurt you if you're wrong.//
Psych: //Yeah yeah. You can do that once you finally get around to kicking my aft.//
Dreadnought: *weight shift is unnoticable, but a huge foot suddenly lashes out and connects solidly with the smaller mech, sending him flying*
Dreadnought: //Thanks for reminding me//
Psych: Aaah! *lands in a heap* That freakin' hurt, you glitch! *curls around his abused body*
Gen: *whimpers and curls like her brother*
Dreadnought: *winces and rumbles comfortingly* Slag, what are you made from, tinfoil??
Psych: Hello! I've only had this body for a month!
Dreadnought: I took worse than that before my first upgrade
Psych: Yeah, well not everyone can be a fifty foot monster!
Dreadnought: My first shell was standard grunt
Psych: A grunt made for war! And in case you haven't noticed, we're not. *is seething*
Dreadnought: *is worried about he and Gen now* Look, I said I was going to kick your butt, and you said 'bring it on'.
Psych: Yeah, in the literal 'boot to the aft, ha ha' sense
Dreadnought: *just looks at him, unconsciously projecting calm through the link*
Psych: *glaaares*
Dreadnought: *shifts his weight again and manages to not disturb Gen while he lets Two out*
Two: *looks around, purring... hayyyy Psych!* *pounce, headbutt playwifme!!!*
Psych: *pushes Two's head away, still glaring at Dreadnought*
Two: *thinks Psych is bestest best friend*
Dreadnought: *finally snorts and looks down at Gen* Don't throw out challenges if you can't take the fallout.
Psych: *grits his teeth in a snarl, but has no responce* *for once*
Gen: *another wimper, and a sigh* *lots of conflicting feelings through the bond*
Dreadnought: *gently rubs her back, still rumbling and projecting calm*
Psych: *finally turns away* Might wanna sit down somewhere for when she wakes up.
Dreadnought: *straightens out legs so that his skidplate's on the ground*
Psych: *starts pacing, waiting for Gen to wake up*
Dreadnought: *gives Two a mental command, and Psych is pounced and sat on*
Psych: Ack!
Dreadnought: *then starts feeling sad*
Gen: *frowns and hugs closer*
Dreadnought: *voice low* You should be feelin' glad, Psych.
Psych: Oh yeah? How come?
Dreadnought: Things'll be back to normal when she wakes up. I won't be a big animal anymore. I'll just be a 'Con.
Two: *gently chews on Psych's head*
Psych: *grumbles to himself* No it won't...
Dreadnought: *just looking down at Gen wistfully*
Psych: *reaches up to bat at Two's head*
Two: *purrrrrs and rubs head on hand*
Psych: *just frowns and crosses his arms under his head to use as a pillow* *sighs*
Dreadnought: Where's Cali?
Psych: Prime and the others are taking care of her.
Dreadnought: Things must be going smoother for them there.
Psych: *shrugs as best he could with Two on top of him*
Dreadnought: I hear you talked to Valley.
Psych: Yeah, so?
Dreadnought: What do you think of her?
Psych: *another shrug attempt* She's nice. Kinda sad, though. Doesn't know how to open up.
Dreadnought: She's a lot different from Micky and Mrs. Witwicky
Psych: *quirks an optic ridge as he looks over* Who?
Dreadnought: You were at the Ark and you never heard anything about Mikaela Banes?
Psych: I know a Mikaela.
Dreadnought: Right, there's one where you live, too. Ours is Ratchet's apprentice. Meanest mouth I've heard in three solar systems.
Psych: *snorts*
Dreadnought: And Mrs. Witwicky socked Simmons the other day for bugging Sam.
Psych: *snorts again*
Dreadnought: *eyes him curiously* Like I say. Different from Valley.
Psych: *says nothing but is somewhat amused*
Gen: *another shift, sigh, and soft smile*
Dreadnought: *looks at her, keeping down his alarm*
Gen: *a deeper sigh, followed by small yawn* *arches her back as best she could in her normal body* *somebody's starting to wake up*
Dreadnought: *checks her put down ability*
Gen: *flexes her fingers like claws* Murr? *slowly unshutters her optics*
Dreadnought: *sets down on the floor?*
Gen: *sits on the floor like she was still a cat and looks up at Dreadnought confused*
Psych: *wants to get up, but has a Two on top of him*
Dreadnought: *Calls his drone, then stands up and walks away* *locking down on his feelings so that the twins can't catch them*
Gen: *watches; tilts head to the side confused*
Psych: *sighs, gets up, and walks over to Gen* Come on, kitten. Let's go have Ratchet check out your processors.
Gen: Haa?