#a r c e e → ┘we're alone on this planet where ever we go. ┌ ::team prime::

[duplicitcus]

"i bet you like to read a lot, too."

She'll get a flicker of violet optics, and a faint smile across heavily scarred lip-plates. His data-cables are currently logged into his console- allowing him remote access without being right in front of it. His mask lies in front of him, Ravage already going over it with the micro-tools attached to her nimble claws. She has a bipedal mode, but tends to prefer the quadruped for speed and agility.

And, of course, underestimation- since mechanisms and humans alike are content to think her nothing more than a simple mechanimal.

Soundwave, meanwhile, holds up the book of pre-Golden Age history files he'd managed to scrounge up from his formidable library.

"Soundwave," his actual vocalizer clicks on with a harsh rasp. "Reading texts. History: fascinating. Arcee: agree?"

#s o u n d w a v e — Γ s p y m a s t e r ┘ → [ s u p e r i o r ] #a r c e e → ┘we're alone on this planet where ever we go. ┌ ::team prime::

[duplicitcus]

She is excited to see them again. Greeting everyone in order, first Laserbeak with her arm strut welcoming her, then offering her servo towards Ravage whether she wants a head scratch or not. And for the last she is heading to greet the host with extended servo, seeking embrace.

She'll get it.

There's a sensation of pleasure/appreciation from the Host as his field comes in contact with her's. The data cables stream out from behind his back like strangling vines, slowing as they approach her. Strong, but supple- they gently twine around her waist and lift her closer to him.

Lean, elegant fingers reach up to her face- bringing his fore helm to push against her's in a "kiss." One hand frees itself to reach up and remove the full-face mask away from his helm- a little smile alighting on those angular faceplates. Somewhere, he's gotten a bit of repair work done. The right side is a snarl of welds, but it's no longer gaping and open.

This close, she can see the sharpened dentae with their prominent eyeteeth just past the parted lips, but there's nothing cruel in the curve of those lips.

His throat cables vibrate with the thrum of his vocalizer.

"This one::missed you," he intones- inflection lacking, but the sentiment is clear.

#a r c e e → ┘we're alone on this planet where ever we go. ┌ ::team prime:: #s o u n d w a v e — Γ s p y m a s t e r ┘ → [ s u p e r i o r ]

[duplicitcus]

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

She's been allowed onto the abandoned AFB that he's turned into a haven. There's a Cybertronian sized nest that she's gently placed into, with the host-mechanism following. He doesn't try to ease into her side, or attempt to touch her in a way that's considered impolite.

Instead, the large screen that he uses for projections comes down- and he queues up an actual series of Cybertronian shows. He knows vaguely what she likes, conversations here and there that she's had with Jack and other mechanisms recorded on his files.

So, it somewhat surprises him when halfway through one show- he feels weight against his arm that ISN'T one of his symbionts. A sideways look through the visor notes that the slighter frame has started to lean against his, one of her arms threading through his bigger one.

He turns his gaze forward- reaching up with one datacable to gently detach the mask, and replace it with a clear visor that allows him to see. Full lips twitch into a faint smile as he looks over at her. The voice that she receives is actually his for once- slightly deeper than expected, with that hard rasp from old damage.

"Arcee, comfortable?"

#a r c e e → ┘we're alone on this planet where ever we go. ┌ ::team prime:: #s o u n d w a v e — Γ s p y m a s t e r ┘ → [ s u p e r i o r ]