randomplaces | Cybertron-verse. Red Alert's lab on Cybertron. Feedback.

Lines of code flash past his mind's eye, making about as much sense as Hotshot on high grade. Odd tingles set his sensory systems jangling. Warnings flash from his CPU, threatening overload of minor systems....

And then it stops abruptly and he's staring confusedly into Bella Donna's laughing optics.

It takes him a moment to realize that she's looking at him expectantly, and then someone makes a throat clearing sound and he looks over her head to see his commanding officer standing by the door staring at him.

"Uh... I'm sorry, Jetfire, I didn't catch what you said," says Red Alert sheepishly.

"Was just wondering if yeh had the results of those scans ye did on Ogygia." The Autobot Commander tilts his head, arms crossed over his chest as the little pink Minicon beeps from his right wing.

"Oh. No. Err, not yet. But we'll have them soon."

"Alright." Jetfire turns toward the door, but then stops. "Er, do I wanna know?"

Red Alert opens his mouth, and then realizes that he doesn't know the answer to that himself. "We're studying feedback."

"Oh. Alright. Well, lemme know when the results are in." The flier nods to Bella Donna and walks out, the door sliding shut behind him.

"Studying feedback?" Bella Donna laughs up at him.

"Well what do you call it?" He frowns slightly.

"Fun!" She stands on her toes and sets her lips back to his.