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Alone. Swoop is beginning to discover that he really, really hates being alone. Shuffling on his perch he makes a disconsolate crooning noise in the back of his throat. This place is strange. No Grimlock or Snarl here. Prowl is here, but Prowl is busy, and Swoop doesn't want to bother him. Other-Swoop is wonderful, but he has gone elsewhere for now. Jazz and Cheetor are new friends, and fun to play with, but again, Swoop doesn't want to seem too clingy. Grimlock would scold, he knows, if he was here.
"Us Dinobots! Us no need other bots!"
But Grimlock isn't here. And Swoop is alone. Normally, he wouldn't mind. The island is not large, and eventually after having time apart, everyone runs into each other again. But this isn't home, and the bots here are all strangers (and if he is being honest, that frightens him a little). Pulling his wings in tighter he makes another miserable sounding noise and tries to pretend that he isn't lonely.
Anyone who wanders by underneath wherever he is perched may hear strange little noises, but he's little more than a pterodactyl shaped shadow at the moment.
(OOC: *newbie wave* Hi? Open to anyone who wants to try and coax the Dinobot down)