It don't come easy...
*ooc: Closed post for some character development and a bit of plotting. Thanks. :)*
Ironhide leaves his room early in the morning, and enters the kitchen area, intent on a cube and then continuing to work on his project. After some thought, he had retrieved one of the pieces of rock he slagged while cutting out the cave shelter he and Lennox used as their occasional retreat. Superheated and melted down into black obsidian, he decided that properly cut and polished, it would make a good decoration for Prowl's Garden and a belated bonding present for Prowl and Jazz. Now if he could just get the hang of the delicate cutting and polishing part...
He paused in the doorway, surprised to see the golden mech sitting there, before moving across to the energon station and taking a cube from the dispenser. He had no reason to like this mech and no reason at all to interact with him, but he nodded a greeting anyway. They were in close enough quarters here at the Shack, and small frictions had a tendency to escalate into larger ones.
Sunstreaker as usual ignored him, and Ironhide grunted and drained the contents of his cube, dispersing it with a flick of his fingers. He had better things to do than hang around and play nice with a mech who had no use for anyone except his twin. He exited the kitchen out onto the deck and walked down to the river and his project for the day.
Ironhide leaves his room early in the morning, and enters the kitchen area, intent on a cube and then continuing to work on his project. After some thought, he had retrieved one of the pieces of rock he slagged while cutting out the cave shelter he and Lennox used as their occasional retreat. Superheated and melted down into black obsidian, he decided that properly cut and polished, it would make a good decoration for Prowl's Garden and a belated bonding present for Prowl and Jazz. Now if he could just get the hang of the delicate cutting and polishing part...
He paused in the doorway, surprised to see the golden mech sitting there, before moving across to the energon station and taking a cube from the dispenser. He had no reason to like this mech and no reason at all to interact with him, but he nodded a greeting anyway. They were in close enough quarters here at the Shack, and small frictions had a tendency to escalate into larger ones.
Sunstreaker as usual ignored him, and Ironhide grunted and drained the contents of his cube, dispersing it with a flick of his fingers. He had better things to do than hang around and play nice with a mech who had no use for anyone except his twin. He exited the kitchen out onto the deck and walked down to the river and his project for the day.