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So, a week later after getting used to my job and living arrangement, it was my weekend off! I baked a bit, sang horribly and cleaned. I hate dusting. and dishes.
Finally, after all the cleaning was finished, and my laundry was put away. Relaxation. I popped in a movie, "Black Beauty" the 1994 edition (best ever!). Made a small bowl of popcorn, grabbed a coke and snuggled on my couch.
I passed out halfway through the movie sadly.
_Dream Walking_
I wrapped the blanket around me tighter as I walked down the massive metal hallways. These were different from last time though. Well lite, clean and had signs along the walls. Nothing written though. I saw nothing of the Cybertronian language here just pictures and arrows. "Strange." I muttered to myself as I meandered down the vast hallway.
I didn't see a single mech or femme. Granted being a dream I could make anyone I wanted to appear. But honestly, I was curious about this place.
As I walked around in a massive zebra stripped blanket (it dragged behind me). I was unknowingly spotted by someone...who panicked.
Charging down the hallways to the mess hall and urgently going to Terminus, "Th-there is a strange striped creature wandering the hallway!" All 20 mechs that were in that room snapped their helms towards the ruckus. D-16 put down his ration and went right over.
"Call down Backer. What did you see again?" asked Terminus as he sat his ration down besides D-16's.
"I was heading down our eastern hallway to check a faulty sensor but there was this bundle of striped thing moving along! I saw no legs, head or anything. I turned around and came to get you." replied Backer still in a panic but calmer as he talked to Terminus
All the mechs present rolled their optics and sat down or continued on their business. Terminus meanwhile, said, "I'll go and..."
"Let me go Terminus." interrupted D-16 smiling gently at his mentor.
With an optic roll himself Terminus said, "All right. You can go. Message me whenever you find, whatever it is or not what it is. Then come back and finish your ration."
"I will." was the eager reply
D-16 hurried out the doors but walked towards the eastern hallway.
--Back with Abigail--
Ugh this walking sucks...why is the floor vibrating? As in someone heavy is walking on it?
---D-16--
He hoped it was the creature from before. But it was not striped. Hopefully, its nothing new that can hurt his fellow miners.
---Meet up---
Abigail deciding to turn around was greeted by the mech she was wanting to see... "D-16!" she shouted in joy running towards the startled mech who was surprised to see her face but wrapped up in a striped...thing.
Abigail promptly tripped on the blanket, falling promptly on her face. Causing her glasses to fall off and skit forward a tad.
"owie." Abigail muttered as she started to get up only to have the blanket lifted off of her and a massive gray servo pick her up, setting her down on her feet.
Abigail blushed and hid her face in embarrassment, "Don't tell anyone."
All Abigail heard was whirs and clicks but the tone seemed worried or at least concerned.
D-16 saw the femme fleshling trip and he immediately, removed the large..soft covering. Getting her back on her tiny pedes asking, "Are you ok? Do you need a medic?"
Her face changed color, and she hid her face in her servos and said something to him, but he didn't understand but he could get the gist of it. He's embarrassed himself enough times to know.
He looked closer at her face and noticed she was missing her metal facial decorations! D-16 knew they rested around her optics and facial ridge. Ah! he saw them, picking them up as gently as he could manage, he set them on her face...they were so mishappen now. He groaned...that was delicate work to get fixed as well.
Abigail was stunned when he placed her glasses back on her face, but D-16 had used to much force, and the frame was all bent to hell.
D-16 looked so concerned as he kept touching her frames, making her move her head around, "Stop being so fussy, I am fine. These glasses can easily get fixed. Was due for a new frame anyway."
The flesh femme didn't seem to care a whole lot about her delicate facial upgrade. He heard stories of the upper castes being offended by even a single misalignment of their upgrades. He was secretly happy she didn't seem upset about it.
Abigail moved from around him and picked up the discarded blanket. Honestly, it could cover maybe 1 digit of D's servo (the pinky anyway). But, it was so cozy and warm, cause this place was kind of chilly.
D-16 made a noise and touched the blanket again and she said, "Oh, this is my zebra blanket. Some friends got it for me some years ago and I love it to snuggle in it. It's great for watching movies or becoming a burrito."
The femme was talking to him. About that soft covering, she wrapped it around herself and patted his servo. He did have to report back to Terminus...he'd have to know something! This is perfect! D-16 swiftly picks her up and cupping his servos together to hold her, he walks back to the mess hall.
Abigail meanwhile is trying to settle her stomach, "Where are we going you scrap heap!?" she yells as she tries to stand up but keeps falling down as there is no flat surface.
D-16 gently shushes her as he goes back, sitting in front of Terminus who has waited this entire time...no one else is there thankfully.
"Took you long enough! Wha..."
D-16 set her down slowly while Abigail got her self tangled in the blanket, promptly sits up straight, saying "What was that for?" at D-16 but stalls when a choked sound comes from across her and both stare at the new discovery.
"What the Frag/Hell!!"
D-16 realizes he might not of thought this through.