When he first started doing the manual labor required to keep Helix running smoothly, Blitzwing had used his human form. It was the only way he'd been able to fit in the inner workings of the city, after all. But the physical labor involved -- which he found irritating enough as a Cybertronian, let alone while perspiring -- had quickly caused him to make some major changes. Now, while his form may appear human, it was anything but; just under the shell of skin was circuitry and wires, far stronger and more durable than anything organic.
He steadfastly ignored any resemblance the nature of that particular form held to a certain technoorganic girl that had taken up residence in a certain pineapple-shaped building on a certain island with a certain friend comrade of his. It was simply convenient. Nothing more
( ... )
Well, Sari knew Blitzwing was here in the city, somewhere. And while she hadn't seen him in all the time she'd been here, it was at least excusable in that Helix was very large, and that he might even be avoiding her, if Blitzwing saw her before she saw him.
She also figured he'd be in jet form, so it surprised her when she saw the Decepticon looking oddly human, crouched and working on something large and mechanical and important.
Running over to him would probably just earn her a black eye. So instead, Sari crept up beside him, sitting down to watch.
Eventually, when she was only a hair's breath away, she reached out to take the man's wrist, to help him turn the gear.
Although he wouldn't readily admit it, the mechanical clicking and whirring of Helix was an oddly soothing sound. Blitzwing had found that, if he stopped to listen to it when he was about to lose his temper, it could often calm him down enough to keep from attempting to break whatever he was working on. Which was exactly what he was doing when Sari began to sneak up beside him.
Unfortunately, having his eyes closed meant that he didn't see her out of the corner of his eye, or have any sort of warning before her hand suddenly closed around his wrist.
Which meant that he really couldn't be blamed for jumping in surprise and jerking the gear, causing the machine he was working on to whistle and groan indignantly. He turned sharply, saw exactly who it was, and immediately wished he'd released the gear to elbow her in the face.
Startled, Sari jumped back, releasing Blitzwing's arm immediately. Her plan was failing; he was already furious and now his machine was probably broken.
"Sorry!" the girl said immediately, scooting back. "I didn't mean t-I was trying to help you fit it in!"
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He steadfastly ignored any resemblance the nature of that particular form held to a certain technoorganic girl that had taken up residence in a certain pineapple-shaped building on a certain island with a certain friend comrade of his. It was simply convenient. Nothing more ( ... )
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She also figured he'd be in jet form, so it surprised her when she saw the Decepticon looking oddly human, crouched and working on something large and mechanical and important.
Running over to him would probably just earn her a black eye. So instead, Sari crept up beside him, sitting down to watch.
Eventually, when she was only a hair's breath away, she reached out to take the man's wrist, to help him turn the gear.
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Unfortunately, having his eyes closed meant that he didn't see her out of the corner of his eye, or have any sort of warning before her hand suddenly closed around his wrist.
Which meant that he really couldn't be blamed for jumping in surprise and jerking the gear, causing the machine he was working on to whistle and groan indignantly. He turned sharply, saw exactly who it was, and immediately wished he'd released the gear to elbow her in the face.
"What do you think you're doing?"
So much for pleasantries.
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"Sorry!" the girl said immediately, scooting back. "I didn't mean t-I was trying to help you fit it in!"
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