feeling moderately better [OPEN]

[inferiordude]

Who: Dudewave! And those interesting in visiting, I guess.
What: A recovering 'Con and anyone who wishes to drop by.
Where: The Awesome Warehouse of Bayformer Cool. Less explosions now.
Summary: Soundwave was a moron and attempted to rescue Mikaela on his own, got his skidplate whooped, and this is the result. Jolly good times.
Notes: Post-Mikaela

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[bitchingcamaro]

Bumblebee hesitantly knocks on the door frame before poking his head in. He'd been out in the common room, waiting and keeping an optic on Sam. But when he'd heard signs of life in the other room, he had simply had to come and look in on Soundwave. Sam would be fine for five minutes.

"Hey. How you feeling?" He asks quietly, slipping over to stand next to the berth.

[bitchingcamaro]

Bumblebee goes still at the contact, then slowly tilts his head into the cool touch from Soundwave, optics flickering shut for a moment. The small 'wings' his doors make twitch slightly.

"Yeah. That'll be good. We'll have ourselves a good time and all that." He keeps his head bowed, enjoying the other's touch.

"I'm just happy we're done and everyone is safe...I had some close calls myself. Megatron and all that." A pause.

[inferiordude]

A positive reaction! He almost releases air from his vents in relief. Soundwave's just affectionate by nature, and he definitely doesn't want to make Bumblebee feel uncomfortable by his contact.

With however much energy he has, he runs his digits over the top of Bumblebee's helm, the way it's shaped and the way it forms.

"Yeah, well. Jus' keep it close and nothin' further. Already got one moron on the berth, don't need two, right dude?"

[bitchingcamaro]

"I...well, Megatron gave my skidplate a good kicking. But, Ratchet's always a miracle worker, you know? Fixed me up like always." A nervous tensing of the shoulders. Soundwave didn't need to worry about how beat up Bumblebee had been. A small sigh from the scout as the fingers take in the shape of his helm.

He lets out a burst of music, accompanied by a bright laugh.

"Touch-a touch-a touch me--"

[inferiordude]

The communication expert's fingers fumble a little; Megatron had? There's a somewhat distressed signal from Soundwave. It's over and done with now, but he does feel guilty. Here he was, stupid and impulsive and running into danger, and if he'd just been patient and told everyone what he knew, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Poor Bumblebee. He's better now, in better shape than Soundwave is, but still.

"Pff, don't even like. Tempt me, dude. I'm way too tired." He does kind of wish he could smile, but eh. He has his own ways of expressing his joy. The signals, song, and tone.

He absently traces the Autobot symbol on the front of Bee's helm. Weird, how the symbol doesn't cause him distress anymore.