Lieutenant's Larger Wings Spread Out, Pinching Between The Sides Of The Elevator Just As It Lurched.

Lieutenant's larger wings spread out, pinching between the sides of the elevator just as it lurched. His fins pick up, fretful of another potential scheme to claim the bounty on his head. However, from what he could tell with his sense, this wasn’t a set up.

“Seems you are fated to be cooped up.”

His optics offline for a long blink, “Possibly the cabling. Either the elevator in this building survived the war and was repurposed or the technicians were not careful installing this new one. If it was f—“ The Decepticon pauses, looking at Blackguard. Most fliers— mainly his Conjunx— are claustrophobic, so probably best not to introduce the potential of freefalling on top of that. He didn’t want to stress her. “—at another floor we could pry the doors open, but I sense a wall on the other side.”

Lucky them, they could cut a hole in the top, and just jump out. Never mind those emergency services when they could simply get results now. Lieutenant put his books down to at least prepare for that notion, depending on Blackguard.

"It's good to see you too!" She has half a mind to grab him and pull him in for a hug, but stays her hand. Mainly because she doesn't want to risk toppling his load out of his arms and making a mess of things, thus ruining a perfectly good moment, and secondly because she can't remember if he was touch-averse or not. Something in the back of her memory files says that he is though so she opts to play it safely rather than regrettably.

All the while though, her field is buzzing with excitement while her visor beams down at him with the brightest 'smile' she has. "I've been--" Swamped. Busy. Almost became bound to Unicron at some point. "--I'm good. Busy, but, good. What about you? I haven't seen you since... Well. A long time now." In which no answers or explanations had been given, which was worrying considering the circumstances around that moment too. Sometimes, she almost convinced herself the lieutenant had been a casualty of some battle the others never elaborated on, but she didn't ask. Couldn't, really, with how they all fell off the face of the multiverse.

"Yeah his thighs are thicc, but so is his sp—" gets elbowed "—Spark!!" Spark. Totally what he was going to say.

PHARRMMMAA

Just paint him pink at this point!!

He is grabbing Pharma by the duck tail skirt and dragging him into the bedroom to hide

@unknownsoldiers replied to x:

PARDON??? I am not answering any questions! I have //things// to do

I'm things

Lieutenant's smaller wings flick continuously as he almost nearly seems to smile, glad to hear Blackguard has been doing well. She was removed from her war as far as he remembered but one could never be too certain. War had its way of rearing its ugly head in the least likely of places. At least she, and hopefully Redstrike, were okay.

The light in his optics dimmed slightly as the helicopter mentioned how long it had been. "A long time,, funny how the multiverse works." He muses to himself, readjusting his hold on his books. "I last recall speaking to you at least two million years ago and change. However, I suppose there is some good in that given that the war in the world is over. I have more time to read now." Fins flick as he taps on the spines of the books.

He didn't quite have it in him to tell Blackguard the reason why their contact hadn't been re-established sooner. At least on his end. From how happy she seemed to see him, he determined that the crew may have not informed her what happened. As close as they all were, some things stayed between the crew for only them to know, and perhaps they decided to keep to themselves about what happened. He's not sure, but it's best not to try to bring down the mood of the reunion. "You know, until recently I had not really been in one of these 'malls.' During the war we usually purchased off of merchants like yourself for whatever was necessary. I still say I would much prefer to go back to that than this crowded trinket fest. Rather overwhelming experience after everything."

@unknownsoldiers

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together (Lieutenant) BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

Blackguard inhaled deeply, exercising all of her ventilation pathways by rushing the stagnant air through the entirety of her system. It wasn't a relieving exercise, especially since the dead-air couldn't offer any cooling for her frame, but it did help to calm her nerve some and ground her mind back into the moment again. Anymore, she was all too quick to let her mind wander off into work, getting wrapped up and twisted in all the nuances and annoyances of politics.

But then again, as she came back to the reality right in front of her and was met with a rather... interesting choice of music inside the ascending elevator she started to second guess her choice of mindfulness. Maybe getting lost in work thoughts would be more merciful than this recording.

As the elevator eases its way to a stop on another floor, she briefly considers getting off just to escape the music. Walking isn't so bad and the sights around the mall could prove to be more calming than the inside of this box.

Then, the doors slide open to let in the other patron and she sees him.

(x)

"Lieutenant?"

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. 

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One or two kisses will normally earn fin flicks and kisses in return with some content rumblings. Perhaps even an embrace that will lead to more shared kissing.

A barrage of smooches, however, has the Decepticon indignantly squeaking with fins all a flutter and cheeks brighter pink than his own beans. Lieutenant would be protesting if he could get a word in, but he has nothing to argue when he’s finding himself rapidly disheveled. A lucky smitten mech under his Conjunx’s affection. 💗