Ah, life in the Shack.
Will came to warm and comfortable, nestled right beside Ironhide. That made sense, the last thing he remembered before falling asleep was flopping down in a tired heap beside his Guardian. The padding from his bed was a nice surprise, his back wasn't all kinked to hell and back. He actually felt pleasantly rested.
Ironhide was still cycled down, and considering the mech had had the same issues with being overtired and grumpy that the Ranger had, Will thought letting him remain that way was for the best. He did want something to munch on, seemed pawing through the crates was in order. Maybe today he could tackle getting the human portion of the kitchen together.
He stood and scrubbed at his face, trying to get his eyes to focus while walking in the direction of the crates-
- until the ground dropped out from under him.
Lennox yelped and twisted around, catching himself on the edge of the precipice like a kitten. Thankful for reflexes honed by military life, he tried not to let go and took stock. Oh, he was on a mech-sized berth.
Not where he fell asleep. Good to notice. He hung there a moment, very confused; trying to get his heartrate back to normal and not start laughing. Falling to a couple broken bones would not be laugh worthy. Unfortunately, as long as his fingers didn't slip, at the moment, this was frickin' hilarious.
Ah, life in the Shack. ♥
Ironhide was still cycled down, and considering the mech had had the same issues with being overtired and grumpy that the Ranger had, Will thought letting him remain that way was for the best. He did want something to munch on, seemed pawing through the crates was in order. Maybe today he could tackle getting the human portion of the kitchen together.
He stood and scrubbed at his face, trying to get his eyes to focus while walking in the direction of the crates-
- until the ground dropped out from under him.
Lennox yelped and twisted around, catching himself on the edge of the precipice like a kitten. Thankful for reflexes honed by military life, he tried not to let go and took stock. Oh, he was on a mech-sized berth.
Not where he fell asleep. Good to notice. He hung there a moment, very confused; trying to get his heartrate back to normal and not start laughing. Falling to a couple broken bones would not be laugh worthy. Unfortunately, as long as his fingers didn't slip, at the moment, this was frickin' hilarious.
Ah, life in the Shack. ♥