#059 - Listless
I swear, there is plot in all this angsty stuff.
Listless
“Do you want to play?”
No.
“Do you need to refuel?”
No.
“Do you need to recharge?”
No.
Scorponok was sprawled on his stomach on the back of Bumblebee’s oversized sofa, one arm dangling over the side. His head was pillowed on the other arm and he stared absently at the television, not really watching what was playing across the screen.
Bumblebee had found him there like that only a few nanoclicks ago and it was troubling. Usually, the Decepticon was more rambunctious in his human body because it was easier for him to annoy people in this body than his regular one.
Lately, however…
Whether robot or organic, Scorponok had been spending more time quietly hidden away someplace. He seemed rundown. Or depressed. Bumblebee wasn’t sure which.
“I wish you could tell me what you need…” Bumblebee sighed, plopping down on the couch. “I’m worried about you.” He leaned back, looking up at the pale face of his companion; at his dull, vacant gaze, the dark circles beneath his eyes. He didn’t look right…
But even if he could communicate with the ’Con, it wouldn’t make much difference. Even when he could hear the constant flood of single word thoughts coming from Scorponok’s processor, Bumblebee couldn’t always decipher what they meant.
Alone. Scorponok placed the formerly dangling hand on Bumblebee’s shoulder, seeking comfort through the contact. He was not a solitary creature by any means, and this kind of contact wasn’t enough. Alone lonely sad hurt lonely lonely alone broken… It wasn’t just that he missed Blackout. He had been a part of Blackout. Without him…He was a broken component without a host.
“You should take a nap.” Bumblebee continued, “You look tired.” He frowned a little, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. It wasn’t that he just looked tired…Scorponok had been positively listless the last few megacycles. Being in this little, weak body seemed to be making it worse.
Stay. Scorponok slid off the back of the couch, curling up next to Bumblebee and using his lap as a pillow. He didn’t have the energy to force Bumblebee to stay, as he sometimes did when he was lonely, so he hoped the message would be clear. Stay don’t leave alone scared tired need stay…
Bumblebee had no intentions of moving; he simply picked up the remote and flicked through the channels, searching for something suitable to watch while Scorponok recharged.
He didn’t feel very energetic himself, anyway.
Listless
“Do you want to play?”
No.
“Do you need to refuel?”
No.
“Do you need to recharge?”
No.
Scorponok was sprawled on his stomach on the back of Bumblebee’s oversized sofa, one arm dangling over the side. His head was pillowed on the other arm and he stared absently at the television, not really watching what was playing across the screen.
Bumblebee had found him there like that only a few nanoclicks ago and it was troubling. Usually, the Decepticon was more rambunctious in his human body because it was easier for him to annoy people in this body than his regular one.
Lately, however…
Whether robot or organic, Scorponok had been spending more time quietly hidden away someplace. He seemed rundown. Or depressed. Bumblebee wasn’t sure which.
“I wish you could tell me what you need…” Bumblebee sighed, plopping down on the couch. “I’m worried about you.” He leaned back, looking up at the pale face of his companion; at his dull, vacant gaze, the dark circles beneath his eyes. He didn’t look right…
But even if he could communicate with the ’Con, it wouldn’t make much difference. Even when he could hear the constant flood of single word thoughts coming from Scorponok’s processor, Bumblebee couldn’t always decipher what they meant.
Alone. Scorponok placed the formerly dangling hand on Bumblebee’s shoulder, seeking comfort through the contact. He was not a solitary creature by any means, and this kind of contact wasn’t enough. Alone lonely sad hurt lonely lonely alone broken… It wasn’t just that he missed Blackout. He had been a part of Blackout. Without him…He was a broken component without a host.
“You should take a nap.” Bumblebee continued, “You look tired.” He frowned a little, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. It wasn’t that he just looked tired…Scorponok had been positively listless the last few megacycles. Being in this little, weak body seemed to be making it worse.
Stay. Scorponok slid off the back of the couch, curling up next to Bumblebee and using his lap as a pillow. He didn’t have the energy to force Bumblebee to stay, as he sometimes did when he was lonely, so he hoped the message would be clear. Stay don’t leave alone scared tired need stay…
Bumblebee had no intentions of moving; he simply picked up the remote and flicked through the channels, searching for something suitable to watch while Scorponok recharged.
He didn’t feel very energetic himself, anyway.