(Untitled)

[firstlieutenant]

*Cyclonus stalks into his quarters and locks the door behind him* *he stands at the window, staring out at the hazy evening sky of Charr, arms folded, apparently deep in thought - or brooding

Comments

[raisedbymoogles]

((*is reduced to incoherent squeaking*))

[ravenclaw_devi]

((*is ded from Cyc love - please apply Phoenix Down!*))

[raisedbymoogles]

((*applies dutifully* *clings to you squeaking*))

[ravenclaw_devi]

((*thankieclingsnugmeep!*))

[navigatorsghost]

((Oops. Was it really all that break-inducing? *huggles all*))

[seiberwing]

((Wow. *eeps and hides*))

[lavender_wings]

*Steadfast waits outside Cyclonus' quarters, patient on the outside if ill at ease on the inside. She doesn't dare disturb him, both out of respect and because disturbing a Unicronian in an already volatile mood is a recipe for disaster.

But she's waiting, ready to speak to him when he will be ready. Not that it's her place to talk about his personal matters. But she's ready to provide whatever he will require, be it to talk, or to accompany him for some target practice to take his mind of things - if hopefully not with her as the target.*

[firstlieutenant]

*the door slides open and Cyclonus stalks out, almost falling over Steadfast before he realises she is there and breaks stride to avoid her*

*his temper seems to be under control again now, banked to the coldness more natural to him, but there is still a hard glitter in his optics that bodes ill for the world at large*

Steadfast? You were looking for me?

[lavender_wings]

*salutes* Cyclonus, sir... *cuts to the point* You know it wasn't Dreadboots who drew those pictures on the Autobot leader, don't you? *it's more a statement than a question*

[firstlieutenant]

*optics narrow*

Yes. Why, were you afraid I was going to accuse her?