Language Lessons!

[4_toteachus]

WHO: Four and Mirage
WHERE: Four's room
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Mirage takes some time to teach Four Cybertronian
WARNINGS: None

The chance to learn a totally new, alien language was an exciting one. And a useful one. After all, maybe this would help him understand the Cybertronians even further, and he was already picking up a lot. This was something he had been looking forward to for a while, and he couldn't help but pace impatiently on his cluttered tabletop.

All he had to do was wait just a little bit longer...

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[perfavore]

It didn't take Mirage long to get there. Having a sportscar for an alternate mode certainly was a boon. And for someone as harmless as Four, he made sure that he wasn't late. After all, why keep the little one waiting? Liege's temple was rather...interesting, not at all like Vector's, and everytime he visited it he had to take notice.

By now, he knew where Four's room was, and wasted no time in showing himself in.

"Bambino?"

[4_toteachus]

Ah, there he is! Four waves from the table top; scampering to the very edge as he tries to get the sports car's attention. Hi Mirage! He's really happy to see you!

He holds up his arms with his usual "pick me up" gesture.

[perfavore]

Had Four not made little metal-scraping-against-metal sounds, Mirage might have missed him. But those blue optics fixate on the little 'creature', and he bent down to get a closer look. It was so fascinating how something so small could actually exist...

"Ah, there you are...~"

Two gold-tipped fingers reach out to pluck the doll by the hood, pulling him into his palm.

"You are well?"

[4_toteachus]

Four didn't mind the few moments of dangling. It's not like Mirage would ever drop him right? He balances easily on the giant palm and nods eagerly at the question. Compared to others, he's doing marvellously well! It wasn't as if anyone would ever go out of their way to harm him after all.

Being mute was no excuse to be rude. Four pointed at Mirage and tilted his head, as if to ask "How about you?"

[perfavore]

His head tilts inquisitively, wings flicking up at the 'question'. Language, while helpful, sometimes was not even needed. It was a wonderful thing to have, but it was not necessary to a friendship. Four was evidence of this. His head nodded in response, running a finger along the top of the doll's head gently.

"Bene. I am well."

He stops the rubbing and looks at the table.

"You are ready, then?"

[4_toteachus]

Rather like a cat, Four presses his tiny head against the claw. He loves the feel of being patted, even if it's by something a thousand times his size. He's so used to the size difference that he really doesn't notice it anymore.

Wait, Mirage stopped? Four pouts a little and taps the claw with a little finger. Maybe just a little while longer? Then they can get started!

[perfavore]

Hmm? Oh, it seems that Four wants something. Something with his finger. Thankfully, it didn't take a genius to find out what exactly it was the doll wanted, and that delicate finger moves gracefully along his head again, even going to the neck and shoulder area for a slight massage.

"You like that, bambino?"

[4_toteachus]

If Four could make a noise, he'd probably purr. He smiled and allowed this to continue for another few seconds before he pulled away. That was definitely nice, but they had a thing to do now didn't they?

He pointed to the table, indicating that he wanted to be put down.

[perfavore]

When Four pulls away, those claws retract as needed, so he doesn't accidentally cut the doll open. That was true, he had come to this room for a reason, hadn't he? With a sweeping motion, he moves Four to the table, ever-so-delicately sliding him off onto it and stepping back.

"Eccellente. Now, where to begin."