red
optics blink innocent in their shadowed visage, letting the cubes of popcorn dink off its mouth covering & clatter to the ground.
she listens, servos in their lap, patient, helm tilting a bit.
his tail, mechanical, powerful, designed similar to an orca's, starts to sway, patterned to a pendulum
( ice forms around the puffs of the popcorn until the bonks turn to clinks against soundblaster's white face guard, the fresh food turned to ice cubes with popcorn frozen inside.
right servo balled, purple digits tinged blue, he scoffs before stepping in front of the execution's sadistic viewing,
watching
a decepticon's public execution after soundblaster remotely hypnotized the poor con into making one huge mistake,
just because soundblaster needed something to watch that day.
& still.
she felt so.
empty.
popcorn bonks off his mask.
it keeps pretending to eat anyway .
toss. bonk. toss .
