Alone is fine

"Designation; Shadow Stalker. Autobot," the femme stated, wings moving in unison to her helm bob. "Pleasure to meet you, Sea Storm."

"Same to you, Shadow Stalker. Though, I do not understand why you're here. A mission?"

"I’ve been hiding long enough, this is nothing new." He fell silent, seeing the flash of a uniform nearby. "There’s registration papers in the glove compartment, keep them handy in case I can’t get past them. I’ll try, but still."

"I'm fine. Honest." He turned, heading down the nearest street and making a few turns to get around, careful to keep them both safe. He kept silent after that, on full alert. There was no need to get either of them in trouble with the law, or even for her to be identified.

the-shadowed-gladiator “Greetings…” The Cybertronian shifted, nervousness obvious as he tried a little to hide the scratched up insignia. “Haven’t seen anyone around here before…not like you.”

"Not like me?" she inquired curiously, an optic ridge quirking as her optics drifting down to the scratched up insignia. "What’s your faction, mech? And your designation?"

"Sea Storm..." He vented, digits twitching as he moved his servos to his sides. "And neutral. You?"

The door clicked and swung open easily, and he waited until she was inside before speaking again. His windows tinted immediately, and in mere minutes the old pickup was driving away from the spot. "Was just making sure." His tone was already playful sounding. "Thieves would have run." "So how are you?"

"I've been hiding long enough, this is nothing new." He fell silent, seeing the flash of a uniform nearby. "There's registration papers in the glove compartment, keep them handy in case I can't get past them. I'll try, but still."

He’ll give her about five minutes to stare before honking loudly to scare her.

The door clicked and swung open easily, and he waited until she was inside before speaking again. His windows tinted immediately, and in mere minutes the old pickup was driving away from the spot. "Was just making sure." His tone was already playful sounding. "Thieves would have run." "So how are you?"

He'll give her about five minutes to stare before honking loudly to scare her.

"You don’t want to know."

"I know Cynder. Thank you."

"…Well, I hope it did you some good then… Should I ask what was troubling you or do I just don’t want to know?"

"You don't want to know."

//that was me. I still don't regret it

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