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camfieldSoundwave/Perceptor - Spring Cleaning
Blame Dellessa and her prompt for this. XD
Housewife!Percy again. This is going to be a fucking trope by the time I'm done with it.
“You’re tracking dirt in again.”
Soundwave looked at Perceptor, then at his pede, then back at Perceptor. “Amount: Minimal.”
Perceptor glared. “I don’t care if it happens to be microscopic. You’re tracking in DIRT. I don’t like it in my lab, I don’t like it here. It contaminates things. You. Washracks. Now.”
A grumble, then Soundwave turned and walked towards their washracks. Flicking the water on as he heard the vacuum start up again. Perceptor was a bit to handle on a good day, but this... whoever had suggested spring cleaning for a fresh outlook on things was going to die. Slowly, painfully, and probably publicly. Because Soundwave REFUSED to do this every year. Would. Not. Happen.
“And you make sure that you wash INSIDE all those crevices you have! I don’t want you to bend and shower me with organic matter!”
“Soundwave: Understands! Perceptor: Driving Soundwave crazy! Soundwave: Going OUT.”
Suddenly Perceptor was there. Apron and all, in the water with him. Glaring at him with a suspicious optic. “Going out? Where? With who? You know I don’t like you going out with Megatron. I don’t CARE if the war is over. You stay away from him!”
“Soundwave: Will go out with whoever he pleases! Perceptor: Doesn’t OWN Soundwave!”
“Mister! If you think for a KLICK that I’ll stand back and let you leave me the way you did before, you have another thing coming. I will kick your aft from here to Sol. Don’t tempt me Soundwave, I have a Skyfire and I’m not afraid to use him!”
This was getting ridiculous. Soundwave had never before needed permission to go out, and he wasn’t changing that now.
“Soundwave: Leaving. Will be back: Later tonight!”
He turned off the water, flash heating his body to evaporate the water between his armor plates, and stepped around Perceptor to move toward the door. Stopping short when a hand grabbed his wrist and turning to see his Autobot scientist with an energon blush and a downturned face.
“Don’t.”
Oh really? Don’t. “Don’t what.”
“Don’t leave me again. If you walk out that door... I’m done. I can’t take it a second time.”
Soundwave stopped himself from rolling his optics, but turned around and twisted Perceptor until they were back to front. Arms looped around him and holding tight, resting his helm against the black one and venting softly.
“Perceptor: Has nothing to fear. Soundwave: Will not make same mistake twice. Soundwave: Still not accepted completely by Autobots. Soundwave: Needs other companionship to keep up with information in Decepticon faction.”
“Soundwave... I just... I don’t want to be alone again. I don’t! I know you need to see those cavemechs... I just don’t want to find out one day that you’ve left me again.”
“Decepticons: Not cavemechs. Decepticons: Different than Autobots.”
Perceptor vented in. Turning in Soundwave’s embrace to kiss him softly. “Yes yes. Alright. Go play “I’m the strongest of them all” with your metalheaded friends. Just you remember that I’m here.”
The navy mech tightened his grip for a moment, kissing Perceptor back before letting go and moving away, back over to the door.
“Soundwave: Will be back later.”
“I’m sure. I will make sure that the entire place is spotless, please take care to wash before you come back in. Who knows what you Decepticons play in.”
Blame Dellessa and her prompt for this. XD
Housewife!Percy again. This is going to be a fucking trope by the time I'm done with it.
“You’re tracking dirt in again.”
Soundwave looked at Perceptor, then at his pede, then back at Perceptor. “Amount: Minimal.”
Perceptor glared. “I don’t care if it happens to be microscopic. You’re tracking in DIRT. I don’t like it in my lab, I don’t like it here. It contaminates things. You. Washracks. Now.”
A grumble, then Soundwave turned and walked towards their washracks. Flicking the water on as he heard the vacuum start up again. Perceptor was a bit to handle on a good day, but this... whoever had suggested spring cleaning for a fresh outlook on things was going to die. Slowly, painfully, and probably publicly. Because Soundwave REFUSED to do this every year. Would. Not. Happen.
“And you make sure that you wash INSIDE all those crevices you have! I don’t want you to bend and shower me with organic matter!”
“Soundwave: Understands! Perceptor: Driving Soundwave crazy! Soundwave: Going OUT.”
Suddenly Perceptor was there. Apron and all, in the water with him. Glaring at him with a suspicious optic. “Going out? Where? With who? You know I don’t like you going out with Megatron. I don’t CARE if the war is over. You stay away from him!”
“Soundwave: Will go out with whoever he pleases! Perceptor: Doesn’t OWN Soundwave!”
“Mister! If you think for a KLICK that I’ll stand back and let you leave me the way you did before, you have another thing coming. I will kick your aft from here to Sol. Don’t tempt me Soundwave, I have a Skyfire and I’m not afraid to use him!”
This was getting ridiculous. Soundwave had never before needed permission to go out, and he wasn’t changing that now.
“Soundwave: Leaving. Will be back: Later tonight!”
He turned off the water, flash heating his body to evaporate the water between his armor plates, and stepped around Perceptor to move toward the door. Stopping short when a hand grabbed his wrist and turning to see his Autobot scientist with an energon blush and a downturned face.
“Don’t.”
Oh really? Don’t. “Don’t what.”
“Don’t leave me again. If you walk out that door... I’m done. I can’t take it a second time.”
Soundwave stopped himself from rolling his optics, but turned around and twisted Perceptor until they were back to front. Arms looped around him and holding tight, resting his helm against the black one and venting softly.
“Perceptor: Has nothing to fear. Soundwave: Will not make same mistake twice. Soundwave: Still not accepted completely by Autobots. Soundwave: Needs other companionship to keep up with information in Decepticon faction.”
“Soundwave... I just... I don’t want to be alone again. I don’t! I know you need to see those cavemechs... I just don’t want to find out one day that you’ve left me again.”
“Decepticons: Not cavemechs. Decepticons: Different than Autobots.”
Perceptor vented in. Turning in Soundwave’s embrace to kiss him softly. “Yes yes. Alright. Go play “I’m the strongest of them all” with your metalheaded friends. Just you remember that I’m here.”
The navy mech tightened his grip for a moment, kissing Perceptor back before letting go and moving away, back over to the door.
“Soundwave: Will be back later.”
“I’m sure. I will make sure that the entire place is spotless, please take care to wash before you come back in. Who knows what you Decepticons play in.”
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