[Four frets a little with a piece of string he has clutched between his hands. That sounds like fighting, and he can't help but feel a little distressed over it. Pushing back that, he carefully analyses her voice, memorizing the rise and fall of her tone, as well as how she forms her words. He has the feeling that if he pays close enough attention, he'll be able to tell Cybertronians from humans based on voice alone.
He's not completely sure what she is, but he realizes that that isn't all that important right now.]
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He's not completely sure what she is, but he realizes that that isn't all that important right now.]
Any story is fine with me.
Maybe one from your home?