#rubelliterocket

-Blackguard

So on he went, drawing air over chromo-receptors, analyzing the compositions of rock faces to see if there were some good deposits to dig up. An outsider looking at him would probably see a Minicon just ‘sniffing’, licking, and digging at rock walls and find it all very strange.

(Most of that comes from Riella as a character--she’s just not interested, most of the time. Her personality doesn’t lend itself to close interpersonal relationships in general, let alone ones that require her to be physically and to an extent emotionally vulnerable. The mun, meanwhile, is more interested in other aspects of Cybertronian culture--I think the smut part’s been pretty well covered by other writers. Riella’s more likely to form other types of relationships, and I’m more interested in those, so it works out reasonably well.)

Rocket takes on a rather unique vision in Jackjaw’s mind. She retains her shape and mannerisms, but appears to be made of ice and dust. When she moves Rocket tails fine particles. She very much resembles a comet.

     “Mrgh.” That’d be a ‘maybe not’, good buddy. 

     She’s feeling gross and groggy so she’ll just hug Rocket and roll over onto her side. Bluh.

Upon finding Rocket, Blackguard trilled in greeting and offered the mustang a shy ‘smile’. “Hey cutie. Whatchu doin’ all by yourself?”

|| He has a feeling in his tanks he’s going to catch a lot of scrap for speaking to Blackout alone tonight. And while normally he wouldn’t give a frag about pissing off Vector Prime and his lot... seeing the old ex gladiator young and happy(ish) and hearing him sing like that- it messed with him a little more then he’s willing to admit to. |||| So as much as he wants to go give little mom Rocket an affectionate squeeze or two… ||….|| It’s probably best for everyone if he doesn’t. ||