#locust;

Perhaps it was some millionaire jerks doing, that cursed land finally bought out— but construction equipment surrounded that old, worn-down manor. A bulldozer ready to destroy and tear those those rotten walls… and unfortunately, those two bots didn’t have a current backup plan as to where to go.

There wasn’t much they could take with them, Silver found a temporary spot to hide their smaller belongings at least… he always thought they’d have more time, but there really was no good timing to suddenly be homeless.

As easy as it would be to make that construction crew into a total bloodbath— it wouldn’t be the most strategically sound choice. Silver has been lucky enough to be regarded as an urban legend for so many years— and the consequences that waited if he were to prove that legend true were just too dangerous to risk. The last thing they needed was national attention— as even Silver held his doubts about taking on an actual army.

As the wrecking ball swung, scattering debris of what once was their home, Locust’s voice speaks up, the two watching from a wooded spot on the sidelines.

“…I t-think I’ve got an idea of where ta’ go for now.”

There’s a low, pleased rumble that sounds up from deep in Silver’s chest as both bots press into her. Uncharacteristically gentle, a hand raises, cupping her cheek and stroking it as he lets her adjust to that fullness-- tendrils coiling both of those smaller beings.

That steam hisses from Silver’s vents, tendrils curling as he toyed with the copper bot’s antennae, making him wiggle and squirm in that hold.

“If that were something she desired... I wouldn’t be against it. What do you think, little bug?” There’s a wicked grin on those dark lips as he yanks those antennae a little, a whimper escaping from Locust’s lips. So much for the other’s typical smartass behavior. 

There’s a huff of steam from that buggy copper bot. “Y-you know, you’d really think he’d treat me a little more gentle, g-given my power issues.”

Tendrils envelop him from behind-- a slight squeak escaping him as he’s pulled against that larger frame. “Why? We both know you can take it.”

“T-they help me sense living things, b-but that’s about it. A locust is kinda like... a big mean grasshopper thing. Silver k-kinda came up with the name.”

Steam plumes from Silver’s vents-- and of course, that more mischievous of the murderbot duo can’t help but to notice. “Goodness, l-looks like you could use s-some water, cause you’re awfully thirsty.”