Jul 4, 2017
“How little do they THINK of ME that they send a CHILD to guard my door? Do they truly believe that they are SAFE because I am COOPERATING? Are your PEOPLE so STUPID? Yes, it appears so.”
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“How little do they THINK of ME that they send a CHILD to guard my door? Do they truly believe that they are SAFE because I am COOPERATING? Are your PEOPLE so STUPID? Yes, it appears so.”
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@lightiishred
He looked barely old enough to wear the uniform he sported and his hair was absolutely mess of blond and sticking up every which way. And as she watched him out of the corner of her eye, she swore there was some pink tipping the golden spikes, and she nearly slammed her head against the keyboard in front of her.
They sent a child to babysit her while she dipped her toes into some encoded message that could backfire horribly. Not even an Autobot in sight within the proximity of the old bunker they were currently stationed at, at Command’s insistence in case something went wrong.
“They think we’re expendable,” she told him, gaze flickering from the screen to the boy, then back again. “They’re not going to risk the experienced, the important--so they sent us because if some psycho Decepticon shows up, who cares if the chatty analyst and some kid end up dead. I hope you know that.”
“We don’t have to do this.”
He paused mid-step and took a moment to glance over at the pink clad soldier, seemingly considering him. Though it was difficult to tell with his helmet firmly in place and body language stiff and distant.
“... no, we don’t--but I do.” His tone was cautious, almost confused. “Stay here if you must.”
"Wait, can we stop making out for a second? I'm actually really interested in this documentary that just came on."
A groan escapes the mercenary, he shoved off the pink cladded soldier & fall back on the comfortable couch they occupied. Long limbs sprawled out, he forced down the temptation to boot the guy to the floor & just glared with the fire of a thousand fucking suns.
“Are you fucking serious? You know you could just watch it later. Isn’t like the thing isn’t on every single fucking day, almost every single fucking hour. I’m calling foul here.”
&& he has to give the young man props. it’s been some time since somebody got the drop on him, perhaps he is getting too comfortable in his current position. reggie would probably agree with a laugh that ❛ f l o r i d a ❜ liked but ❛ f l o w e r s ❜ loved. but now wasn’t the time & he has to remind himself to go easy on the boy--he lacks the training drilled into ❛ f l o r i d a ❜.
❝oh--! private, is it time again for kidnapping? i’m not even prepared this time. do you think you could give me a few moments to gather my things?❞
&& ❛ f l o w e r s ❜ smiles from the spot as he speaks, all too friendly & kind. the boy is sweet though & ❛ f l o w e r s ❜ is always happy to work with him.
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lightiishred
He starts the day as he would any other; seated in the armory, cleaning a weapon of choice, and simply ignoring those that dare watch as he waits for the perfect moment. He doesn’t need to see the soldier to know he’s there.
He is tempted to purposely frighten the skittish fool, but instead he stays focused on the task at hand and throws a noise in his direction, acknowledgement but not aggression or words for that matter. If the younger man wanted to talk, he could.
“Why is there never a big, red button?”
“Because that would make your mission a hell of a lot easier. Now focus for me, Cinnamon Bun, you gotta look for the right control panel. Do you remember the symbols?”
lightiishred
“What the fuck are you wearing?”