#drunkenmantis

Seeing them sit there in silence wasn't unusual, more common than anything, but it was the occasional twitches of their wings, or small flaps on them, that drew the young cybertronian’s curiosity.

She was so engrossed in her observations that she didn't sense Echo coming up behind her until he leaned over her and looked into the room, casting a shadow over her.

“What are you looking at, small spark?” He asked looking down at her with a smile

Omega yelped with a jump, backing right into Echo's legs. “Don't do that!” She hissed smacking his kneecap with no real malice. “You scared me.”

Echo gave her a half hearted shrug and smile in return. “You gotta keep your sensors open to everything around you, especially when spying.” He tapped his nose with a digit and gave her a knowing wink.

“I wasn't spying!” Omega squeaked. “I was observing. Completely different!” she put her hands on her hips and stared up at him with a pouting scowl.

“Oh of course, my bad. So uh…what are you observing then?” he asked, as innocent as could be.

“Crosshair and Tech. They're being weird.” Omega turned back to peek through the door, seeing that they still were sitting silently, with only the occasional twitch of flair of their wings. She felt the shadow of Echo fall over her again as he looked into the room.

“I don't see…?” He started.

“There! See? Tech's left wing flap wiggled. And then Crosshair’s lift panels went up.” She pointed out, looking up at Echo.

“Ooohhh…I gotcha.” Echo leaned back out of the doorway and smiled. “You've never been around flyers huh? Or bots with wings?” He asked.

“No. Nala Se kept me away from everyone.” Omega sighed and leaned against the wall and looked up at the older bot. “Why? Is it something I shouldn't see?” She asked, her faceplates warming at the thought.

“No! No it's okay, small spark.” Echo kneeled in front of her and put her hand on her shoulder. “Flyers, seekers and anyone with wings use ‘wing-speak’ within their trines. It's almost universal, but each trine has their own variation. Tech and Crosshair are having a conversation.” He explained.

“Woah…really?!” Omega looked back into the doorway and now that she knew what to look for, could see the response to statements, whatever they were.

“Yeah, I bet if you wanted to learn, they’d teach you.” Echo smiled at her.

“Really?” Omega beamed and her rotors shivered with excitement.

“Sure. You’re a flyer, you should know and participate. You got little wings, well rotors, after all.” Echo patted her head with a warm smile.

“I’d love to! Uh…do you think Crosshair will teach me? He doesn’t really seem to like me all that much?” Omega peeked back in, watching as Crosshair sighted in his weapon.

“I think he likes you more than he lets on. He keeps his cards close to his chest.” Echo stood up straight and smiled.

“Maybe I’ll ask later, I don’t wanna interrupt them now.” Omega beamed and her rotor blades buzzed again.

“Sure thing, kiddo.”

/She left with Echo,/ Tech signed with his wings, a small smile on his face.

/She still thinks I don’t like her,/ Crosshair replied with a scowl.

/Well you do have a rather ‘resting bitch face’ as Echo described it./ Tech chuckled and turned over his project.

/Shut up./ Crosshair snapped his wing vents aggressively at his twin before he turned back to scrubbing some carbon scoring from the barrel of the Firepuncher.

/Teach her, I’m sure you’ll wish she liked you less afterwards./

/Shut up, Technicality./