One flew over the murder birb nest.....

[tsuyoi_ame]

Who: Takeshi Yamamoto and Starscream
What: Nest Invasions and sword shenanigans
When: Mid-October
Where: King's lair (lol)
Warnings: Fun?



Yamamoto and King had talked about training together, swords, baseball, Yamamoto did not care. He just found it cool that the Mech wanted to hang out with him. After all, how many people could say they were friends with an ultra-cool mech King? Not many, and boy Yamamoto is proud of his friends anyway, so King makes it a little more special.

Of course, they talked about it but never set an exact date; King shouldn't mind, though. This morning he is up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and earlier than most people would consider proper. Because Yamamoto is always up more before than most people would consider appropriate, it's just the way he is.

By the time he makes it to King's living quarters, he's grinning ear to ear, and if he were a whistler, he'd be whistling. When he calls out, and the mech does not answer, he, of course, goes investigating. Coming up a rather exciting hide-away, very nest-like he sees.

The young swordsman scrambles up and peeks his head, eyes wide, smile bright when he sees a sleeping Starscream.

"Good morning, King!"

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[vosseeker]

Up close, Starscream has a distinct scent: clean mineral oil and polish, and something less definable that might be the living metal itself. He curls in on himself as if trying to escape the pure sunshine that Yamamoto radiates, his armor seams flexing with the movement, separating on larger sections of plating to reveal that they were not solid planes but a mosaic of pieces, seamlessly interlocked. Beneath the plating, a glimpse of red biolights usually only visible when he transforms, and the muted hum of a flight engine at idle.

"Get out of my berth," he hisses petulantly, making a half-hearted swipe that's nowhere near close enough to connect. "Do you have any idea how early it is?!"

[tsuyoi_ame]

Yamamoto has become used to the scent, it's familiar and he is not bothered by it in the slightest, the swordsman as always simply smells like the out of doors, fresh air, and sunshine, they cling to him even after all this time in the dome.

For a moment though he is simply enthralled by the shifting colors of the mech moving, he is imposing and impressive when standing but he is just as impressive in his nest, berth? Yeah, Yamamoto is still calling it a nest. Chuckling at that half-hearted swipe.

"It's a big nest! Besides, it's an hour later than usual for me. Come on King, let's go train, I want to see how cool you are in combat!"

Move it or the hitman might just scramble up on top of the mech like the puppy he is to see if he can peek at his face.

[vosseeker]

As always, Yamamoto's unendingly naive cheer and liberal compliments buy him a pass that Starscream would extend to few others. Finally unfurling from his berth padding to fix the teen with a grumpy expression, he rights himself into a sitting position.

"Fine, if you're going to be so insistent about it, but I'm fueling first."

He pushes to his feet, leaving Yamamoto to clamber out of the nest and follow. Across from the converted quarters, a storage unit he's also claimed. The door is liberally labeled with warnings citing explosive and dangerous contents, and he's added a heavy lock. Inside, a machine that looks like a cross between a pressure cooker and a moonshine still only mech-scaled, takes up the floor. On the shelf, a half dozen energon cubes rest, their glow casting a blue tinge on the otherwise dim interior of the storage room.

Starscream takes one of the cubes and uncaps it, glancing over to see if Yamamoto's extracted himself yet.

[tsuyoi_ame]

Oh, Yamamoto knows he gets away with more with King, not that it matters; his compliments and cheer are the genuine articles. The young man has never met royalty before and since no one has bothered to point out Scream is not a King, he will receive the royal treatment. Though, a teenage boy and giant mech friend, he'd get that anyway.

"Is that like eating breakfast but for you?" By the time Starscream is grappling the Energon cube, the hitman is popping his head over the edge of that nest, still grinning.

"Whoa, pretty, it's almost the same color as my flames." Getting out of the nest is as easy as getting in was, only cause the boy has some skills. He scrambles onto the edge and jumps, landing with ease and a chuckle, because with Yamamoto, isn't there always a chuckle.

[vosseeker]

"Of course," Starscream replied between sips of the energon, and the level of supremely withering he's going for is somewhat blunted by watching Yamamoto's excitable but smooth bound out of his berth to join him in the storage room. "Surely you can't be surprised that I need to eat. Why do you think I'm heading outside the dome every other week? I don't have the equipment to excavate large quantities from that crevice, and I don't want that much stored here anyway."

He does recall the flames that Yamamoto summoned the first time they'd had a video conversation, and he was right, they were almost the same shade. Starscream hadn't thought much about that ability in the intervening time, not with everything else going on, but now he was a bit interested in perhaps getting some kind of scientific read on those.

"Or did you assume I simply plugged myself in at night, like a battery?"

[tsuyoi_ame]

"I didn't know, I've never known anyone like you before, my bad! I can go with you sometime if you ever need help!" Though really what help would Scream need, Yamamoto is about the size of one of the mech's arms after all.

The swordsman would be glad to let the mech examine his flames, learn from them if he can. Gokudera may be a better source to get information on them, but Yamamoto's rain flames are very pure, much like his heart, reflecting who he is inside.

That last part has him doubling over in laugher holding his stomach "Where would you hide the cord?" He is now imagining Starscream tucking this absurdly long cord up inside his panels.

[vosseeker]

Starscream paused midway to taking another sip of the energon cube, tilting his head in a gesture that was remarkably avian. "You might not have known, but someone in one of the previous Anchors may have. There was a mech corpse in that same crevice, long rusted out. I brought it back here, it's in a storage unit farther down-level."

Honestly if Yamamoto really wanted to go out to the crevice with Starscream on one of his energon harvesting trips, the Seeker would probably agree. Even if the swordsman could do little with the actual crystal extraction, Starscream wouldn't mind the company (that much). Right now it was just himself, usually cursing his lot in life as he dug it out, and — even for someone who loved the sound of his own voice — that got a bit wearying after a while.

Starscream scoffed loudly at Yamamoto's question, but the look on his face and the hike of his wings — always a good indicator of his mood, Yamamoto would have discovered — said that he amused by the implication.

He decides he can drink the rest of the cube on the way. "Very well, where should we do this?"

[tsuyoi_ame]

"No way, so there was one of your people here before?" After all, he is King so that would make any other mech's his people right. Though, kind of sad that it was a corpse and not someone from home that would make King happy. Yamamoto figures that just means he'll have to double up his efforts to spend time with the Mech.

He definitely does, he is always up for any kind of adventure ever. Besides, he can help dig at least, what he can remove in comparison to Scream might be minimal but it will definitely be something! And he can definitely talk the mech's ear off, his mind sometimes seems to move as fast as the rest of him. All energy, all the time, poor Hayato.

Yamamoto flashes a wide grin, a soft chuckle coming cause he knows he amused the Mech and figures that means he is going to get to go along one of these days.

"I figured up top! The only place big enough so we can really go wild if we want!"

He always wants, training is fun the more high energy he can get.