Jul 23, 2008 10:58
That nine foot tall Chromia who was being so emo that time is back, only today she looks alive; her optics alight, and her faceplate creased in a smile as she gently pushes her golden daughter away from her shy red son, who is glomped onto her and hiding his face from his sister's teasing. "Nova... you know better'n that, darlin'. Let Starforge be."
"Yeah, lil' lady," says a deep voice cheerfully as Ironhide wavers into sight beside his spark-mate. "Come bug yer ol' dad instead."
Nova looks up at him with a laugh. "If I try to hug you am I gonna wind up on my face again?"
"Nope." He blushes a little, still grinning. "Ah ben practicin'. C'mere."
The golden sparkling zips over and wraps her small arms around him, and he chuckles and returns the embrace. "Jes' a minute, 'Mia. Ah wanna ask a couple questions."
Chromia pauses in her perusal of the area around them and turns back to watch him, one hand gently smoothing Starforge's back as he continues to hide. "Alright, darlin'."
The red ghost gives his mate a look full of love and joy, then looks around and says, "First off, Ratch, Ah kin hear ya, ya gonna quit hidin' 'n com say hi? 'N the other...." He looks at his family. "Anybody else here ever git a second chance they wanna talk about?"
((note: 'Ironhide's a ghost, and you can tell it. He's not nearly as good at covering up as his buddy Ratchet. Chromia and the littlebots are alive.))