randomplaces | Nexus; Random Couch; Gen and Kitty-nought bonding

Dreadnought: *wanders over to Gen and sticks his face in hers, purring thunderously*

Gen: o.O

Gen: Nice kitty?

Dreadnought: *kitty kiss on the nose*

Gen: *blush-ness*

Psych: *is back in Gen's body* Grr...

Dreadnought: *purrrr. Cheekrub luv luv luv purrrr*

Psych: Oh, you had better just be acting like a cat

Dreadnought: *pauses a moment to argue with the headache, then tries to remember what he was doing* *looks at Gen with a slightly pained expression* Murr?

Gen: Eeh... *hesitantly reaches over to skritch ears*

Dreadnought: *expression of utter relief. Headtilt and sigh*

Psych: *grumble grumble*

Dreadnought: *quietly being skritched, the contact easing the pain in his processor and making it easier to think*

Dreadnought: *finally, gently, in a very rough version of his normal voice* Screw you too, Psych.

Psych: Ha! You wish!

Gen: *resisting facepalm*

Dreadnought: No. I just wish my head would stop hurting, and that I could talk around the old man so he'd quit crying when he thought I wasn't looking.

Gen: Have you tried seeing Ratchet? Or, a Ratchet?

Dreadnought: Ratchet didn't realize I was me. And now he's too shaken up over losing Sam and Bumblebee

Gen: *shocked face* Sam and Bumblebee? What happened?

Dreadnought: There was a fight. And an explosion. Jazz nearly died, and they... gone

Psych: Slag...

Gen: *super-sad face*

Dreadnought: *flops down and puts his chin on his paws, making a very small sound that shouldn't come from a big mean Decepticat*

Gen: *after a while reaches down to skritch*

Dreadnought: Does 'family' always hurt?

Psych: Sometimes.

Gen: But we think it's worth it.

Dreadnought: *growls* I want to slag something.

Gen: *nervous face*

Dreadnought: *lays his chin on her foot* Wouldn't fix anything

Gen: No, it wouldn't.

Dreadnought: *morosly on his side now, staring into space as his purr fades*

Gen: *in a small voice* Well, if you ever need to talk about it...

Dreadnought: And say what? I can't process that well

Gen: Say... whatever you want to

Dreadnought: *dead silence*

Psych: Or not

Dreadnought: *absent headbutt in the leg asking for skritches*

Gen: *skritches*

Dreadnought: *doesn't even realize what he's doing as he nearly climbs in her lap and makes like cuddly*

Psych: Hey hey hey! Personal bubble, buddy!

Dreadnought: *only purrs. loud enough to vibrate shells*

Psych: You hear what I just said? Off the lap!

Dreadnought: *nope, only heard the purr*

Psych: I'm warning you...

Gen: Psych, enough. He's been through a lot

Dreadnought: *looks like he's falling asleep*

Gen: Uh...

Dreadnought: *a black ear swivles toward her* Mmmmmrr?

Gen: G-getting tired?

Dreadnought: Always tired....

Gen: Oh.

Dreadnought: *realization makes his optics widen* I'm scaring you again. *gathers his feet under him with a groan*

Gen: N-no. You just looked like you were about to fall asleep in my lap.

Dreadnought: I was.

Dreadnought: Being close to others makes it stop hurting

Gen: *recommences skritching* Is it your processors, or...?

Dreadnought: They weren't made for thinking, only storing. And they're damaged

Gen: You could try asking one of the Ratchets in the Nexus to help change that

Dreadnought: To help a 'Con?

Gen: *nods* I know at least one of them has done so before

Dreadnought: ...Think he could fix my other processor?

Gen: He might

Dreadnought: It got emped

Gen: I-I don't know. I guess that depends on the damage

Dreadnought: *unhappy sound*

Gen: But that doesn't mean he won't try

Dreadnought: *puts his head back on her lap, the motion an instinctive request for comfort*

Gen: *skritches*

Dreadnought: *sigh* *gruffly* Thank you

Gen: *blinks* For what?

Dreadnought: I know I scare you

Psych: Please. All mechs scare her

Dreadnought: Stop tearing her down.

Gen: He's not. A-and, it's true

Dreadnought: *gentle instinctive snuzzle to her arm*

Gen: *rubs under Dreadnought's chin*

Dreadnought: *one optic squinched shut as the thunder purr starts again*

Psych: *invisible sulking pout*

Dreadnought: *thinks he's in love, but writes it off as kitty affection*

Gen: *is clueless*

Dreadnought: ...*is also falling asleep again*

Gen: *notices but decides not to say anything*

Dreadnought: *passed out still purring till her shell vibrates*

Psych: Sooo... Now what?