JC was sitting with his back leaning against a tree. The dappled sunlight danced over his frame like glitter when a breeze blew through the trees. The temperature was just right in the shade, not too hot or cold, humid or dry-- just the type of weather on earth that felt perfect for his frame.
Around the Vehicon were different types of flora. A large leafy weed that he plucked made the perfect fidget object while Easy spoke. He sat with his pedes crossed and twirled the leafy plant between his digits.
Her job in construction seemed similar to working in the energon mines, or, at least, that's what he was imagining while she spoke. It was the only similar experience he could relate it to.
Having found a partner to sweep one off their pedes was an experience he had not yet had. Sure, he's had some flings here and there, and the biggest crush ever on their doctor, Knock Out. But never did someone have optics for him in the way it sounded Easy had it. That kind of love was a dream. More similar to the daydreams he's had of Knock Out sweeping him off his pedes.
He doubted the doctor even noticed him among the sea of faces that looked just like his. His comments probably bounced off him without a second thought. The Vehicons were just a job for him, no doubt. And now? Now he didn't even see the ruby beauty. He was here on Earth with the humans, shockingly enough, and a former Autobot. Talk about dreaming, this seemed very unreal--or at least, it used to. He was actually starting to get the hang of things now, in his new life. And he was actually starting to enjoy it. He noticed himself saying less hateful things about this style of life; he stopped feeling so gross about the humans, and he found himself thinking less about why he decided to leave the Decepticons. And now that he was with Easy and the humans, it had been long enough since he had seen or heard from the other Decepticons that (as odd as it seemed) it felt like the war was over for him. It was a happy feeling, but scary at the same time. He didn't want to lose this life he found.
JC glanced at Easy and caught her blushing. He blushed too, just imagining what it would be like to be so in love. He could see it in her face, in her memories.
"That sounds joyous. I'm glad you could experience that." he smiled under his mask and leaned the back of his helm on the tree, looking up into the high way of branches that shot off from the trunk. He might have stirred a squirrel when his helm made contact with the tree and sent it scattering about.
"I wonder how often someone finds love like that. She sounds perfect," he hummed, still twirling that leaf in his servos. He looked down at it, seeing how it had become tattered from him twisting it about. He pressed his lips in on each other and then flicked the plant out of his digits.
"Can you tell me more about her?" he asked, tilting his helm up toward her.
