Dreadnought: *laying on top of his shell by the sign, watching everyone coming and going and rumbling dangerously*
kittyGen: Mrow? *looks up*
Dreadnought: *pause, then moves just enough to look over the edge of the shell and rumbles at her*
Gen: Murr? *wassat?*
Dreadnought: *looks at her, but then decides that he's not good company now and withdraws*
Gen: Mrow? *steps closer; hey, wassat?*
Dreadnought: *grumbly rumble. Go 'way.*
Gen: Niaow? *why?*
Dreadnought: *puts his head down and ignores... but she can feel his sadness and anger.*
Gen: Mow... *steps forward and nudges a paw; what's wrong?*
Dreadnought: *withdraws it so that he's high and dry on his island of shell*
Gen: *kitty sigh* *ear droops and kitty pout* *ph34r the cuteness*
Dreadnought: *has to protect her, even from himself... he's mean now. Mustn't scare Gen. Sad, sad, sad.*
Gen: *climbs up to sit next to Dready*
Dreadnought: *nearly growls, but stops himself hastily* Gen... this is a dead body....
Gen: *too kitty to understand* *curls up next to him*
Dreadnought: *looks down at her, feeling like he could cry if he weren't who and what he is, then gently shoves at her with his nose* What am I gonna do with you?
Gen: *purrs and starts licking her paw*
Dreadnought: You don't want to be around me. I'm a killer... a Decepticon. That's never gonna change.
Gen: *lick lick purr purr*
Dreadnought: *morosely* I've left whole worlds nothing but charred husks. Destroyed civilizations.
Gen: *ear flick*
Dreadnought: And even if I can't get this slagging hunk of slag fixed I'm gonna rip Motormaster's head and aft apart. Or die tryin'.
Gen: *twists and licks stomach/side*
Dreadnought: *angry growl and flexing of claws as he thinks.*
Gen: *rolls over and flexes claws*
Dreadnought: *looks at her and sighs* You shouldn't be anywhere near me. Especially right now, with this slagging LOL and with your processor messed up by that other one.
Gen: *creeps a few steps back, and then a few steps forward* *reaches forward with a paw* *taps Dready's leg* *backs away*
Dreadnought: *looks at her quizzically*
Gen: *creeps forward and taps again*
Dreadnought: *puts his chin on his paw* I can't play right now.
Gen: *crouches down; ear droop* Mrow?
Dreadnought: *Sighs at the ache in his spark and lifts his head to nuzzle her* Love you
Gen: *returns nuzzle* *purrs*
((co-written with
silenceandpsych))