re_alignment | video || perceptor's lab

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✘ tf: fall of cybertron | perceptor

video || perceptor's lab

[The camera bounces, like someone knocked into it by accident -- and given who this is, that's entirely possible. It's Perceptor, peering through a scope, into a beaker of pink fluid.]

[He looks ragged. Haggard. Someone hasn't slept in days. Maybe longer.]

[He keeps right on adjusting things, staring into the beaker for a long, long while. Finally, he pushes it away, still staring at it.]

... it's done.

[He blinks several times, and drags his hands over his face.]

I've finished. A... perfectly viable sample of... [He squints at it.] Synthetic energon. No thanks to constant interruptions...

Now then.

[One hand fumbles around, feeling awkwardly for the Link, while he props himself up on the other.]

Test subjects?

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....DAD.

[Smokescreen is outright facepalming now, groaning some as he drags his hand down his face.]

Have you refueled at all? You can't just--I'm coming down and you better open the door.

Smokescreen.

[He looks unfazed, for the moment.]

Of course I have. I'm online, aren't I?

Well at least that's something good.

[He's already moving, heading out of his room and down to the labs.]

You can't do this to yourself, Dadceptor.

Do what? I haven't the faintest idea what's gotten wedged in your gears.

[No, seriously, what's the problem.]

Not resting, working your aft off nonstop? That's not healthy, dad.

[Vents cycling in a sigh, Smokescreen rolls his optics before half heartedly glaring at the comm device.]

Be there in a second.

[The video cuts there and a minute later there's a knock on the lab door.]

It had to be finished. There's nothing wrong with me.

[He makes a disgruntled sound, but goes back to work.]

... It's open.

[Good boy, Perceptor.

Nudging the door open and moving inside, Smokescreen beelines for where the other is working and promptly gets behind the scientist, throwing his arms around his neck so he's practically laying against the other's back.]

Time to take a break. It's done, so you can, you know, rest.

[Tug tug tug.]

It's not done, it hasn't been tested yet.

[Smokescreen, if you were bigger, you'd have more luck.]

[As it is, he cranes his head around, to try and look at him. Without much success.]

[... this is how he deals, okay.]

Fine. Then test it on me and we can get this over with so you can get some slaggin' rest already.

[He's glaring but it's a worried glare, doorwings twitching rapidly as he heaves a sigh.

Trust him. He gets it; he really does.]

...Please?

I have to find a suitable individual first.

[He shakes his head, but doesn't go to brush Smokescreen off. He can't at this angle anyway.]

At least allow me to put it somewhere secure.

Primus you are stubborn.

[That bit's muttered as he clings a bit tighter to the larger bot, side eyeing him some before he nods.]

Okay...and then rest. And just to be extra sure--

[Heaving himself up the other's back a bit more, he manages to lean over and snag the other's comm device, clutching it in his hand as he returns to clinging.]

I'm keeping this for now.

Dedicated. I am dedicated.

[At first, he reaches for the beaker, thinking Smokescreen is attempting to get his hand on it... but the Link is taken instead.]

[He just sort of blinks.]

All... right? But if someone requires my assistance, I must be at their call.

I'll let you know if something important comes across. And I'll make sure to let everyone that doesn't have a life threatening issue know that they can get in touch when you're rested.

[Smokscreen looks and sounds quite proud of himself before his expression melts into a thoughtful--no, concerned one, optics dimming some.]

I just don't want you passing out or anything..okay?

Why do I suddenly feel as if you're the one Optimus put in charge of me?

[He blinks. And rolls his shoulders a little.]

It isn't like that. Don't automatically assume the worst, simply because I've better things to do than recharge.

Yeah, well, obviously someone needs to look out for you because you get into more trouble than I do.

[Still hanging on, the rookie rests his chin on the other's shoulder, hesitating a moment before bumping his head against Perceptor's lightly.]

Recharging is important though...come on, just...for me? Please?

Since when? I've been looking after my own well-being for centuries now. I know my limits.

[Primus, he's not supposed to get involved emotionally. Things are so much simpler that way -- shutting yourself away in the lab and doing your job.]

[Why did Optimus have to ask him... There are far better bots for this.]

[He pinches the bridge of his nose, like he's trying to stave off a headache.]

Fine. Very well.

Oh do you? Really? Because no bot in their right mind would pull this sort of scrap, dad.

[He's worried, Percy. So many that he looks up to have disappeared; he doesn't want anything to happen to you now.]

...thank you.

I do. I've worked long hours in the past -- it certainly wasn't possible to take breaks during the construction of the Ark, for example. My frame is capable of handling stress far better than others, I made certain of that.

[He's just waving his hands around now, rambling. But, that's sort of what Perceptor does, regardless of the conversation topic.]

[He "sighs", though, shaking his head.]

Mm, thank me when this experiment actually proves fruitful.

Doesn't mean it's good for you, dad. You need to take a break and get your mind cleared.

[Because he gets it, he really does.

His arms tighten a bit around the other in something of a hug, the younger bot bumping his head against Percy's once more.]

I will, promise. Now let's get you back to your room, okay?

"Breaks" are a luxury one can ill-afford.

[At least, when you're working in a warzone. Which was exactly what this felt like, honestly.]

[He gives another token grumble, and allows Smokescreen to nudge him to one side. At least he's stepped away from the table.]

All right, all right. I'm going.

[Just to make sure the other doesn't get any smart ideas, Smokescreen lets go and squeezes between Perceptor and the table, resting his hands on the other's chest to push him back more.]

Yes, you are. Let's go, dadbot.

[He looks down at the other bot, his expression suggestive of a raised eyebrow -- or two.]

You realize, standing there is less of a deterrent than were you my size.

[But hey, he's backing off anyway.]

Quit insulting my size and keep moving, dad. I'm not taking any chances and letting you get distracted again.

[Yes, that's right Percy, just keep moving away. Next he's even going to try and turn you around to push you towards the door.]

It's an observation, not an insult!

[At least, that's what he thought.]

[He holds his hands in the air, muttering about the audacity of youth or something, but he's really not putting up more of a fight than that.]

[Smokescreen can't help but grin a bit, continuing to nudge Perceptor out of the lab, pulling the door shut behind them.]

Which way to your room, dad?

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