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Chapter 5: Blast Off
Chapter 5: Blast Off
Rating: PG
Blast Off was not hesitant at all to
say that he was slightly miffed when the little autodog came crashing
into his secret spot.
At his perked ears and tail, the great
pyrenees stumbled to an abrupt stop; his telescope and various
datapads almost slipping out of his servos. Tucking his chin, the
stranger took a step backwards, tail worming itself between his two
legs from his fright.
“I-i....I, umm....,” stuttered the
autodog.
Blast Off could not decide if he should
growl back or let his silence scare the stupid mutt away.
“M-maybe.... maybe I should j-just
go....,” the pyrenees suggested on his own. “I-i'm sorry,
and....o-oh! Is that Robinson Crusoe?”
Before the siamese could even comment
on the sudden change of topic, the green mech was clutching his
things to his chestplates, his optics glowing in evident joy. “I
enjoyed that book immensely. The plight of the main character is
quite enlightening and I did so enjoy the moral at the end of it all.
You know, sometimes I wish that I could go on adventures like that
but I could never be so brave or-”
“You've read this?,” the kittycon
interrupted, closing his book and raising it slightly in
demonstration. He didn't bother to hide his disdain. How could
anyone, let alone some pathetic little autodog, have ever bothered to
read pick up a decent book in this day and age?
Apparently feeling more comfortable,
the pyrenees stepped the last of the distance onto the cliff side,
sitting down right beside the other mech. “I have, yes,” he
smiled, setting down his astronomical tools. Blast Off could
recognize them for what they were now that they were lying on the
grass next to him. “It's one of my favourites, along with
Guilliver's Travels and The Scarlet Letter. It is a poor side effect
from my one-'bot job..... I have plenty of time to read when there is
nothing to be done.”
Blast Off said nothing to this, merely
studying the suddenly content autodog as he set about to browsing
through his star charts. He was barely listening as the other one
apologized and mumbled wistfully how he'd probably miss most of
tonight's meteor shower and the shift in cosmic positioning. After
all, none of it meant anything to the indifferent siamese.
Yet he couldn't help but to cock his
helm slightly, finding himself curious at the other's care-free
attitude. There'd not yet been a 'bot who hadn't been unnerved, if
not downright afraid of Blast Off, because of his simple coldness to
everything and anything.
Plus, he had a somewhat pleasing
vocalizer.....
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