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re_alignment_logs2013-01-05 10:11 am
dinnerdate) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-01-05 10:11 am
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everybody's got a secret
WHO: Dead End & Rung
WHERE: Rung's office.
WHEN Immediately after this.
WHAT: Dead End got himself in trouble, and it's time to tell Rung why.
WARNINGS: None?
When Cliffjumper had made his little announcement over the Link, he hadn't expected anyone to stand up for him. Instead what he got was two bots standing up for him, one of which was Rung. Considering the mech had told him outright that he'd stand up for him when he'd gotten his power core present, it shouldn't have been so much of a surprise. But he hadn't really expected it, and the ordeal with the trigger happy red Autobot was a completely different matter.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he was a tiny bit lucky. But let's not get too positive here!
There were things he needed to explain to the therapist, and over the Link wasn't the best of places when his diet was still somehow not common knowledge to the universe. Face to face was better, and a world of difference in privacy.
The trek to Rung's office was a slow one, as Dead End attempted to give himself some time to figure out just what to tell the other bot. There weren't many ways to really go about it and he did eventually reach the door.
He could just turn around and go hide in his room. It was in the same temple, he'd speed out of there before anyone even knew he'd been out front of Rung's office door. But Rung was a friend, and one that allowed him energy. Listening to this stuff was also his job, but that was less important at the moment. He did kind of deserve an answer considering he'd just told the mech he'd give one.
Well not directly told, but it was the same thing.
Vents cycle through some air as he opens the door and quietly shuts it behind him.
"Um..."
WHERE: Rung's office.
WHEN Immediately after this.
WHAT: Dead End got himself in trouble, and it's time to tell Rung why.
WARNINGS: None?
When Cliffjumper had made his little announcement over the Link, he hadn't expected anyone to stand up for him. Instead what he got was two bots standing up for him, one of which was Rung. Considering the mech had told him outright that he'd stand up for him when he'd gotten his power core present, it shouldn't have been so much of a surprise. But he hadn't really expected it, and the ordeal with the trigger happy red Autobot was a completely different matter.
Perhaps, just perhaps, he was a tiny bit lucky. But let's not get too positive here!
There were things he needed to explain to the therapist, and over the Link wasn't the best of places when his diet was still somehow not common knowledge to the universe. Face to face was better, and a world of difference in privacy.
The trek to Rung's office was a slow one, as Dead End attempted to give himself some time to figure out just what to tell the other bot. There weren't many ways to really go about it and he did eventually reach the door.
He could just turn around and go hide in his room. It was in the same temple, he'd speed out of there before anyone even knew he'd been out front of Rung's office door. But Rung was a friend, and one that allowed him energy. Listening to this stuff was also his job, but that was less important at the moment. He did kind of deserve an answer considering he'd just told the mech he'd give one.
Well not directly told, but it was the same thing.
Vents cycle through some air as he opens the door and quietly shuts it behind him.
"Um..."
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Sure there was that one time with Bulkhead, but that was just one time. It wasn't going to be some permanent deal, tasty as the mech had been. There would only be Jackie and Rung, which he was fine with... So long as he could manage to not get too restless for actually killing for a core.
"I don't think you'll want to be stuck with me," he hasn't quite finished being a little ball of awkward. "But I think I'd like that. Shouldn't be too hard to get used to."
Until life takes it all away.
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That just shows how special you are to him, Deads.
"..Would you like to stay here tonight?" he asks rather out of the blue, figuring it might be the safest bet.
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If Rung wanted to make it so he'd be stuck with him, then that was that. He couldn't do anything without cutting all ties to the therapist, and he wasn't about to loose one of the few bots around that he could actually talk to without feeling like he was hated. Or about to be shot or beat into scrap metal.
Shuffling stalls as he's asked if he'd like to stick around for the night. It was probably a good idea to stay somewhere that wasn't his own room. Just in case by some chance, Cliffjumper found where he lived. The other bot was probably by his room right now, storming about angerly, ready to shoot. He wouldn't put it past life.
"I..." he nods, yes he would. "I'll stay out of your way so you can work."
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It made the quiet of his office a little less suffocating, if anything.
"Make yourself comfortable. As far as I'm concerned, this place is as much as a home to you now as it is to me," Rung added and the sincerity in his voice was thick.
He had said he'd protect the other after all.
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His vents cycle out a sigh, and he finally calms himself enough to properly curl up in the chair once more. Right. He's staying the night in Rung's office, and he would do his best not to bother the other mech as he worked.
Even if there wasn't really much work, according to Rung.
"I wouldn't go that far," he cracks a smile, although it's gone just as fast as it appeared. "The place is yours."
He's never been the kind to really make places home, to take over certain areas or command spaces. Even his own room - while technically his home here - was nothing more than empty and dark, for any that had actually seen its interior. Dead End was the type of mech to stick himself in a dark corner and just cease existing to the rest of the world, the only real identification that he was still there being the glow from his overly bright green optics.
The chair is more than fine to him, he's got no reason to try and make himself comfortable.
"Thank you, Rung. I owe you."
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Pushing himself up out of his seat, with the intent on going to make sure the front door was secure--just in case--Rung paused next to the other and gave Dead End a gentle smile. He reached over to rest a hand on the other's shoulder, squeezing it slightly, letting his hand linger.
"It's no problem at all, Dead End. I mean it," he said softly, reassuringly, hand slowly slipping away before he started for the door. "I'm going to go make sure the door's locked. I really don't want anyone barging in tonight, not when you need rest."
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He eyes the hand on his shoulder, slowly looking up at Rung. "Yeah, well you know I don't really know anyone else that would do this."
Except maybe Sissel. But Sissel was much easier to step on than Rung was, he didn't want to endanger the little guy when he was already walking around with a rather large hole in his body. And well, more importantly Sissel didn't know about his diet, Rung did. he could confide in Rung a bit more... Which really was the point of having a therapist. Friends too.
When Rung's hand moves off of him and he heads to the door, Dead End turns in the chair, looking over the back of it.
"I'd be fine without rest, Rung. I don't get a lot of it to begin with." And he could always just eat whoever barged in, if they didn't kill him first.
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"All the more reason I'm going to make sure you get your chance to rest, Dead End," he murmured before stepping out of the room and heading down the hall. The therapist reached thr main door and locked it, lingering there for a moment as he lost himself to thought.
He was taking a risk, like he always did, and he knew this could end badly for him in several ways. But he couldn't bring himself to worry about the threat it all was to him. Perhaps he really was straying down the path of going out of his processor after all this time or..maybe he really just was that lonely.
Shaking his head a bit, Rung turned and headed back to his office, slipping inside as his optics dimmed from weariness.
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He didn't particularly need any rest, he'd get it occasionally during brooding sessions when he was in his room curled up in a dark corner - because who used berths these days?
Dead End sinks down in the chair, it wasn't difficult to see that he was causing Rung more trouble than the bot likely needed.
"You okay?" he asks when Rung returns, peeking out from behind the chair. Really less about actually catching the look on Rung's face and more just general worrying that he's probably asking too much from the other - even if technically he hasn't actually asked for anything.
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One of these days he should probably consider getting a real berth in here for those times when he just didnt leave.
"Rest well, Dead End," Rung said softly as he moved over towards his desk, voice soft in the exhaustion now catching up to him. He paused though, not making it all the way to his destination, glancing at the other as his optics brightened just a touch. "Considering earlier, did you need energy?"
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Turning around in his chair as the other pauses, he reaches out to grab hold of Rung's arm. It's not a particularly Decepticon-like thing to do, what he's planning, but Rung is an Autobot so it'll maybe go over okay. And it wasn't as though he'd been sparked to be one, he'd had a normal job before the war, and another before that. Who was to say that he couldn't do this even as a Decepticon... He simply couldn't do it with another Decepticon.
As gently as he can manage he tugs Rung into his lap, pulling the other mech into a hug. Rung's been in his lap before, so it's not like this was awkward,
it was completely awkward. Likely a better thank you considering the other's faction. Or maybe Rung'll hate it, with his luck that wouldn't be a surprise."If you're tired you should probably rest, I won't starve... Unless something breaks down the wall and zaps most of my energy away."
And let's face it, there was only maybe a sixty possibly seventy percent chance of that happening.
"I should be able to wait."
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"If you're sure...I really dont mind," he murmurs. It's impossible to hide how exhausted he is though and as much as he wants to, he's well aware that he shouldn't.
Pulling back from the hug, hands resting on Dead End's shoulders.
"And if anyone really is stupid enough to barge in here then they won't like what happens," he said in a rather guff manner, frowning some in a way that says he won be playing nice with anyone that decides to be that rude and idiotic.
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"You could fall over," he states, with a shake of his head. Or Rung could just pass out during it. Or things could be just fine, but considering how things went the first time he'd borrowed energy from the therapist, chances were he'd fall over or just pass out.
Once Rung's hands move to he pulls his own away, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Eventually he decides that stuffing them between himself and the chair, about as far from touching Rung as he's able, is best. That way the other mech could get up whenever he felt was time.
"But you don't have any weapons," it's said rather flatly. Rung acting all tough was kind of difficult to take as seriously as he should be taking it. The other mech couldn't fight as far as he knew, so him making threats. Well, it was difficult.
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The sad thing was, he really hadn't been on his game as of late, at all. He'd made a fool of himself in more ways than one and he really did need to step it up again. He'd found his place here and now it was time to fill the position properly.
"I'm sorry the accommodations for sleep aren't perfect but..I hope you rest well, Dead End," the therapist says softly, settling into his seat and relaxing almost immediately. Even without a berth, at least his chair was suitable.
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It would be harder to stop if Rung wasn't conscious for it.
"And if you say so." He won't doubt Rung, but he does doubt that there are those that won't take advantage if he doesn't have a weapon. "I have swords if you need them, just in case."
Because why would he use them when he's the one that knows how to actually fight with them? Smart thinking Dead End.
Once Rung has taken his seat behind the desk, Dead End returns to curling up in his own chair, giving the other a little nod.
"They're fine," he manages a small smile. He'll do his best to try and get some rest himself, if he can stop himself from just watching Rung instead. Scrap, he'll probably have to turn around for the whole rest thing to work.
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"Alright...rest well then, Dead End," the therapist murmured, optics dimming a bit more as he grew even more comfortable in his current position. When they finally went offline, his vents cycled softly, the noise very audible as he fell into a deep recharge--not by choice, he was just that exhausted.