robothell | (no subject)

Who: Sixshot and YOU.
Where: Somewhere in the city!
When: Some… time.
What: Talk to doggy! Pet the doggy! Annoy the living heck out of the doggy!
Warnings: Standard potential violence warning because Phase Sixer.

Sixshot never stayed in one place for too long. There were places he would visit often, like the Decepticon base and the Autobot clinic, but he never lingered for longer than a day.

Sometimes he dug; there were various Sixer-sized holes around the barren city now. His olfactory sensors helped with homing in on various useful equipment and he left them where either Spinister, Tarn or First Aid would find them.

More often than not, he wandered. There were massive spaces underground, caverns left by destroyed metros, the dead roots of collapsed skyscrapers. Unstable death traps to most other mechs, but quiet places for one who could withstand half a world falling upon him.

There was a hole over this particular section of what appeared to have once been an underground mall. The sound of running water echoed through the darkness and Sixshot could see the sparkling spray as he got closer to the shaft of light.

A waterfall? A very small one, but it certainly looked like a waterfall.

Sixshot slows to a stop under the collapsed ceiling. The water disappeared into a pile of rubble for the most part and plants were scattered here and there and up around the edges of the hole.

Stepping up onto the pile, the Sixer sticks his massive head out of the hole in the ground. Where does this pop up into?

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Fortunately for Miria, Sixshot doesn’t really have the survival reflexes that would have most Decepticons flipping around and shooting at her. It’s part of the whole indestructible dealio; when there wasn’t much that could hurt you, you just didn’t need to be too wary all the time.

Also, having a Phase Sixer who startled easily wasn’t in the best interest of anyone involved in his repairs and upkeep.

The gentle pat draws a rumbly, inquisitive noise from Sixshot as he turns head head to peer at her.

“Huh. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Thank goodness for that, as she looks like hell and she's been shifting energy from her weapons systems to keep herself functioning. That and it looks like Glitchmice may be nesting in her hair.

"This Unit has been keeping to itself," she replies in her usual monotone. She still has her hand out as if to pet Sixshot too, but she slowly pulls it away.

"This Unit has also not seen," a pause, she's recalling if Sixshot ever gave her his name. He hasn't. "The canine Cybertronian in a while as well."

"Sixshot," he offers, watching her pull away with a mildly curious expression. And then bluntly adds, "You stink."

And because politeness isn't a thing, the Sixer is kind of bluntly staring at the glitchmouse nest in that weird head fur of hers. Even before Spinister set up the shower, Sixshot had never gotten bad enough that he'd ended up with actual pests on him.

She just stares at Sixshot when he mentions her stinking, since she doesn't actually... Notice it. Look, she had scientists and mechanics that took care of that sort of thing. All she had to was shoot aliens.

And while there is the silent staring contest going on, a glitchmouse actually peeks out of her hair and gives a slightly annoyed squeak. It's rude to stare, Sixshot.

Sixshot's sense of smell is a very sensitive set of highly technological and delicate machinery. Unfortunately, it also means he gets the full ungodly spectrum of exactly how terrible Miria smelled.

"You should shower," he says when the little flier doesn't reply.

The precocious glitchmouse's squeak earns the critter a very narrow glower.

"Shower? Would that not be a waste of water resources for the few organics residing here?" She asks, since she has become a little aware of the fact there are humans here. Not that she's encountered any of them yet.

Also enjoy the glitchmouse just chittering back at Sixshot, even though Miria seems to be unaware of the upcoming animal war taking place.

"Unless humans bathe in chemical cleansers, I would think not," Sixshot huffs. He doesn't particularly understand this concern for the flesh creatures, but he won't begrudge her for it. She was built by them after all.

That glitchmouse was going down though. The chittering has Sixshot growling threateningly.

Miria can't really say anything about how humans bathe, she's never actually watched one? Not that she'd want to, by the way. In fact she's going to take note of the growl.

"Is something upsetting Sixshot?" she asks, seemingly unaware of the glitchmouse shenanigans.

"There's glitchmice in your fur," Sixshot rumbles moodily. "You ought to get them off before they start chewing on your wires."

And she goes cross-eyed to try and see the glitchmouse. Also fur?

"Sixshot is speaking of the rodent residing within this Unit's synthetic hair? It is harmless."

Although it does make it so she can't transform and fly, or else she'd end up hurting the creature.

"It's harmless until it's chewing on your wires." Since the chewing on the wires bit seems to have gone over Miria's head the first time.

Chuffing a disgruntled vent of air, Sixshot starts climbing out of the hole. "I know a place to get you hosed down."

Miria seems to know better then to keep arguing the point, since she can judge by Sixshot repeating the whole chewed wire statement. So she doesn't say anything on that.

In fact she's going to step back so the phase sixer can get out of the hole without worrying about her.

After a brief pause to shake some accumulated grime off, Sixshot turns back to Miria, expression somewhat thoughtful.

"If you want to keep them as pets, you'll need a container." He turns and starts trotting off. "I doubt they'd survive the bath."

As Sixshot says that, Miria brings a hand up to her hair and gently, way more gently then one would expect from her, takes the glitchmouse out of her hair.

"This rodent is not this Unit's pet," she responds, as flat as normal. "It is merely residing in this Unit's hair."

But hey, she's putting the mouse down in a spot that will keep it safe from getting stepped on by Sixshot. And now she's ready to follow him to get showered.

"I can't imagine that to have been pleasant," Sixshot remarks, and he says this as someone who has very, very rarely done escort missions with someone in his cockpit. He doesn't envy shuttle or city-formers in the least.

"This Unit did not find it pleasant or otherwise," Miria responds, falling in step with the taller robot. "This Unit was unable to take on it's jet form without causing injury to the rodent."

And really, that's all she has to say on the subject.