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!"

Comments

[vosseeker]

Yamamoto was good deal more upbeat than Starscream usually had tolerance for, but the unending admiration and deference the swordsman seemed to possess went a long way to soothing any ruffled ailerons the Seeker might have had about it. Really, who could protest being called King all the time?

His size obviously made choosing a room in the hab level impossible, so for the first while after he'd come to Anchor, he'd simply slept in the open air park. But combined with the lack of privacy and the unstable weather generators, he'd later claimed and converted one of the lab-level storage rooms to personal quarters. And since he wasn't limited by the standard grounder berths as were on the Nemesis, he'd turned the space into something that did, in fact, look very nest-like. Most people didn't bother him down here, which suited him just fine.

Most people.

Starscream makes a garbled noise halfway between a trash compactor and an angry wet cat. While most of his frame was ensconced in the soft materials making up the "bed", his wings twitched irritably.

"I'm going to rend you into kix-sized pieces."