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re_alignment_logs2013-02-19 09:34 pm
mccrane) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-02-19 09:34 pm
Valentine's Gift
Who: McCrane and Gunmax
What: Although McCrane is unfamiliar with the details of the holiday (or with relationships in general), he wishes to do something to cheer Gunmax up...and it happens to coincide.
When: Around now (so his present is a little late)
Where: Prima's Temple
Notes: None, really. At the worst, this'll be harmless fluff.
However, after the two-week period in which he'd been on call for most of the day fighting various forms of monsters, he was glad for the break. It meant he could check in with the other Brave Police and with the populace in general, and adequately refuel.
The ammunition supplies at headquarters would also require a re-counting.
With Drill Boy upset and Power Joe arriving and Blurr stepping down from command, however, there had been no time to relax. Some of the locals had even been plotting a dance, which he needed to make certain there was nothing that required building for. He'd been on patrol more than once since the monsters had settled down, too, confirming their absence but not taking any moments for himself.
He did not want moments for himself. As soon as he had free time, there would be more to do. A system was still needed to prevent someone from walking off to the Badlands, and the police force would need to be organized with Ultra Magnus. He was busy.
This was good.
There was, however, one thing he'd been planning for which didn't have a logical, thought-out conclusion.
There was one person that he'd decided he would take a small amount of time out to see.
He was leading that person through the front entrance of Prima's temple now, following a path he'd memorized earlier.
"Thank you for coming today, Gunmax. I have been wanting to show you this, especially after the recent attacks."
~
What: Although McCrane is unfamiliar with the details of the holiday (or with relationships in general), he wishes to do something to cheer Gunmax up...and it happens to coincide.
When: Around now (so his present is a little late)
Where: Prima's Temple
Notes: None, really. At the worst, this'll be harmless fluff.
However, after the two-week period in which he'd been on call for most of the day fighting various forms of monsters, he was glad for the break. It meant he could check in with the other Brave Police and with the populace in general, and adequately refuel.
The ammunition supplies at headquarters would also require a re-counting.
With Drill Boy upset and Power Joe arriving and Blurr stepping down from command, however, there had been no time to relax. Some of the locals had even been plotting a dance, which he needed to make certain there was nothing that required building for. He'd been on patrol more than once since the monsters had settled down, too, confirming their absence but not taking any moments for himself.
He did not want moments for himself. As soon as he had free time, there would be more to do. A system was still needed to prevent someone from walking off to the Badlands, and the police force would need to be organized with Ultra Magnus. He was busy.
This was good.
There was, however, one thing he'd been planning for which didn't have a logical, thought-out conclusion.
There was one person that he'd decided he would take a small amount of time out to see.
He was leading that person through the front entrance of Prima's temple now, following a path he'd memorized earlier.
"Thank you for coming today, Gunmax. I have been wanting to show you this, especially after the recent attacks."
~
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But they've all grown in different ways, from different paths of creation and experiences. This is just another soft reminder that he isn't better off alone.
When they stop, Gunmax frowns a little, curious at the sounds. When the hand leaves his own, he almost debates grabbing for it again.
He refrains. Instead, he obeys the instruction, allowing his eyes to open.
"Ah..."
Usually, he has a dingy over-sized bath tub he deals with. Gunmax isn't like the others, where he can turn into a vehicle and get a wash that way; his mannerisms are a bit more human-like in that regard.
This, though. This is definitely more impressive than any tub he's utilized.
"Oh my," he purrs in his rough English. "You really went all out, McCrane. I'm flattered."
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But up until now, he didn't have a good excuse. Getting washes had been harder, here, because of the strange way that Cybertronians had their wash-racks set up. He'd actually come to miss the methodical car-washes of Earth, knowing that he'd come out completely clean regardless. Here, he'd had to wash himself, and it had been awkward.
Very awkward.
He didn't understand how to get in all the cracks himself.
Helping someone else wash, however?
That seemed more intuitive.
Taking a step down into the natural tub, he reached for a brush he'd set on the side earlier.
"If you will let me, I can attempt to be thorough."