randomplaces | Nexus. The park again. Weird stuff going down.

Dreadnought: *walks up behind Psych and flattens him, then sits on him*

Psych: Ack! x_X

Dreadnought: If you fold up now, how are you supposed to beat me up when I'm repaired?

Psych: *jabs a finger in the air* Magic!

Dreadnought: *sniffs the back of his head* Doesn't work on me. Spelldancer tried it and I slagged her.

Psych: o.O

Dreadnought: *makes happy paws... with claws*

Psych: *makes an "Eeee..." face*

Dreadnought: *hears something rustle and goes to look for it*

Psych: *glances left, then right* *flees!*

Dreadnought: *looks after him* .......?

Psych: *he who (kinda) fights and runs away...*

Dreadnought: *oh oh... instinct... getting strong... must.....* *crouches with butt in air. Wiggles butt* *SPRINGS*

Psych: *runningrunningrunning* Oof! *is down* *again*

Dreadnought: *bites him lightly on the back of the head* You're dead.

Psych: Right. Me dead. You Tarzan. Gen Jane.

Dreadnought: ... *sniff sniff* You're not still drunk?

Psych: Stone cold sober, Dready. You should know by now that I'm a smart-aft whenev- hey... Why'd you think I was ever drunk in the first place?

Dreadnought: You made Silverbolt swear off the stuff. Though part of it could be that his sister's fixated on Ratchet now.

Psych: I did? I.... should I be proud or embarrassed?

Dreadnought: *watches a butterfly fly over* No idea, man.

Psych: Hmm... *drums fingers on the ground* I think I'll just stick with proud. Just... let's not mention that little tid-bit to Gen, 'kay?

Dreadnought: Silverbolt said she was there.

Psych: Yeah, but she doesn't know he swore off high grade after that.

Dreadnought: *shifts his weight* Think she'd get mad?

Psych: Not mad, but she'll start giving me this look, and then she'll make it a mission to make me feel guilty about it.

Dreadnought: *rumbles as he thinks this over* Why?

Psych: Because

Dreadnought: Because what?

Psych: Just... because. She's a femme. That's what they do. *is obviously exaggerating about everything*

Dreadnought: You're lying.

Psych: It's not lying. It's called 'embellishing'

Dreadnought: *steps on his head on the way over to look at a bug* What's the difference?

Psych: Embellishing has a grain of truth to it.

Dreadnought: *snorts* *and eats the bug*

Psych: You know that's gonna clog up your tank.

Dreadnought: *pauses, blinks. Spits bug out.*

Psych: ... Dude. That was gross. Wipe it off me, now.

Dreadnought: *busy chasing a bigger one*

Psych: *grumble grumble* *tries to reach to wipe the bug off his back, but is nowhere flexible enough*

Dreadnought: *pauses to shiver his skin and look at the other mech oddly*

Psych: ... What?

Dreadnought: *twitches and rumbles* I keep feeling like I'm picking up things from someone else's sensors. And I could have sworn that time it was yours.

Psych: Say what?

Dreadnought: *shakes himself vigorously* Check and see what Gen's doing.

Psych: Ooooooookay? *gives him a dubious look*

Dreadnought: *fixes on those other sensors, the louder ones that he doesn't think are Psych's* Gen? I found bugs.

Gen: *twitches awake from napping* murrrrrrrr?

Dreadnought: *starts, optics widening as he feels the response* *calls her again, this time without words*

Gen: *looks around; whozzat?* ::Psych?::

Psych: ::Guess again.::

Dreadnought: *slightly spooked, but calls again, leaking a little bit of the 'am spooked' by accident*

Gen: *jumps up and turns around in a circle; what in the name of the Great Green goddess Kelickanty?* *is feeling spooked, too* *leaks to both Psych and Dreadnought*

Dreadnought: *winces and sends wordless comfort. Don't be scared, it's just me... a little love leaks through there unnoticed, too*

Gen: *still walking around, looking; who...?*

Psych: *don't think he didn't notice, Dready* ::I think that might've been Dreadnought...::

Gen: ::-Dread?::

Dreadnought: *shaking slightly, but calls a last time. Come chase bugs?*

Gen: *ears perk up; bugs?*

Dreadnought: *softly, and his feelings are there again, mixed with relief* -Lots of them-

Gen: *trots in their general direction, tail high*

Psych: o.O I think I heard that.

Dreadnought: *can feel Gen coming into the Nexus* I think I'm feeling you through her.

Psych: This is gettin' to be a little freaky.

Gen: *trot trot trot, oh hello duckies, trot trot trot*

Dreadnought: *bursts into motion and bounds through the trees to go and meet her, feeling like something he'd been missing is back again* *nearly sideswipes her and then is snuggle love love glad to see you missed you crazy snug snug nuzzle purrrrr*

Gen: *is knocked over, but returns snugs*

Psych: *is still chasing after Dready*

Dreadnought: *rubbing his cheek on her in a rapture of happiness. Yay, found you... huh? Who's yelling?* *lifts his head and looks back the way he came.*

Psych: *run run doesn't see the two soon enough* Ack! *crashes into them*

Dreadnought: *braces to protect Gen, and then gives her brother a very cat look of 'you are an idiot'.* Watch where you're going, lugnut.

Psych: *looks insulted* Hey, still breaking in the new body here.

Gen: *nips whoever's closest; don't fight you guys*

Dreadnought: *looks down at Gen* Mrrr?

Gen: *bats at one of his legs; you heard me*

Dreadnought: *realizes that he's standing over her and quickly backs away, worried about scaring her*

Gen: *walks over to give Dreadnought a quick nuzzle, the moves on to cheek-rub Psych; care about you both, don't want to see you fight*

Dreadnought: *optics widen as he feels that.* What... is going on here?

Psych: I have no clue.

Gen: *purr purr nuzzles Psych*

Dreadnought: *spooked, looks over his shoulder and contemplates booking it.*

Gen: *feels that, and doesn't want her cuddle-buddy to leave yet*

Dreadnought: *shivers* -I don't know what's happening. I feel things through your sensors....-

Psych: Feels like some bastardized version of our bond.

Gen: *kitty doesn't know, doesn't care* *play pounces Dready*

Dreadnought: *feels her happiness and falls over under the pounce as he looks at Psych*

Gen: *chews on an ear, om nom nom*

Psych: *shrugs* Well, it does.

Dreadnought: *wriggles ear* .... Another slagging LOL?

Psych: Maybe?

Gen: *bats at the ear with her paws*

Dreadnought: *catches Gen with one foreleg and rubs his cheek against hers* -I gotta go, babe. But I'll see you again, okay?-

Psych: *cough sputter* Babe?!

Gen: *nuzzle; 'kay*

Dreadnought: *lets her go and looks at Psych* Take care of her. *steps out of range and PINpoints away*

Psych: *looks wide-opticked at Gen* Babe?!