dens_tf_den | JOEverse, Torka's homeworld, Awakening

Torka: *rolls in to check the two beings who are laying on the metal berth beneath the big woolen blankets, her emotion lights doing a slow frowning pattern. It's been five days, and the pair are still showing no sign of life other than the slow running of their systems and an insistence on being close to one another if disturbed. Chutters to herself softly and rolls up the ramp she installed by the berth to study them and gently poke at Kup's arm*

Kup: *low grumbles, snuggles closer to Perceptor for a few moments, before he's blinking blearily*

Torka: *lights brighten, and she rolls onto the edge of the berth* Kup? Can you hear me?

Kup: *very soft groan, then he's moving to cover his optics* Slaaag.... How much high grade did I drink?

Torka: *quietly, her lights quickening with worry* Are you in pain?

Kup: Processor ache like none other.... *Trails off as his attention goes to Perceptor* ....

Perceptor: *cuddled against his side and surrounded by his arm as her own small arms try to encircle him. There's an expression of peace on her face plates.*

Torka: The two of you showed distress when we tried to put Perceptor on his own berth, so we put him here with you.

Kup: ... Ohsmeltmetwiceover....

Torka: *really alarmed now* What is it, Kup? What's wrong?

Kup: *moving to sit up carefully, so he doesn't disturb Perceptor, or will try to* Went and bonded while we were overcharged... *Groans again and prays to whoever is listening that Perceptor won't hate him for this*

Torka: *watches as Perceptor makes a small sound and tries to cling to Kup without waking* Bonded? I don't understand.

Kup: *lays back down so he doesn't stress Perceptor* *Quietly, seriousness coloring his voice* What I'm about to tell you does NOT leave this ship.

Torka: *slowly* You have my word.

Kup: *quietly explains about bonding, and what it means when two Cybertronians bond. It's clear he does care very much for Perceptor, and that he feels he screwed up royally*

Torka: *lights doing a slow, rhythmic pattern* So... Perceptor is female.

Kup: *nods, then he's cursing sharply*

Torka: Why are you swearing? *concerned again*

Kup: Because I screwed up! We were both overcharged, and weren't in our right processors...

Torka: *silent as her lights blink and she ponders his words to try and understand the source of his anger* *slowly* Then Cron's fuel did poison you?

Kup: ...What? No! I just... I should've remembered that it's been vorns since we had decent fuel... We were both cratered outta our processors... Weren't up to big decision making... Should'a waited.... *In other words, he feels he took advantage of Perceptor*

Torka: Ohhhh. Then Cron poured it out and burned it for nothing.

Kup: ... *string of quiet obscenities describing Cron. The least impolite description seems to be "Slagging punk!"*

Torka: *very confused light show now*

Perceptor: *without unshuttering optics* Kup, please, I can hear your thoughts.

Kup: *Startles*

Perceptor: *slight hiss* And my head aches abominably.

Kup: *Fusses over her*

Perceptor: Shh shhh shhh. *hides face against him*

Kup: *gentle helm nuzzles, is also softly apologizing*

Perceptor: *soft sigh and a cuddle* Have we any energy left? My tank seems to be echoing.

Kup: Other than the sludge that comes in cans... *grumbles obscenities about Cron*

Perceptor: ...So we have nothing? *soft dismay in her voice*

Torka: *heading down her ramp* Would anything else do? You got those modifications....

Perceptor: Modif... why yes we did! *slight perk*

Kup: *chuckles quietly* Yeah...

Torka: *turns to 'look' up at them* What can I bring you?

Perceptor: Would you be able to procure a (X) strength sugar solution?

Torka: *considers* I think I can. I'll be right back. *turns and scoots out of the room*

Kup: *chuckles* Kid's a good mother...

Perceptor: *moves slowly to sit up, wincing and shuddering a bit from the dizziness and the sensation of feeling another body besides her own* Well... this is an interesting turn of events.

Kup: *soft sigh as he moves to try and sit up as well* *Quietly* I'm sorry... I messed up... I should've been using my processor... *still feels like he took advantage of Perceptor without meaning to*

Perceptor: *gives him a sober and curious look* Do you regret becoming my husband?

Kup: No... I just... You deserve to be courted properly...

Perceptor: *gives him her slight smile* Kup, I wouldn't have known the difference.

Kup: Still... *has that slight pout going on again*

Perceptor: *surge of affection is clear over their bond, as is her slight amusement. She hasn't got any regrets. Only a hope that she's afraid to even look at* If it makes you feel better, you may court me all you like. However, you must take care to alert me when you do so, so that I may respond properly.

Kup: *moves to snuggle again, holding her close*

Perceptor: *curls against his chest and sighs* *softly* I'm finally warm again.

Kup: *soft chuckle* Well, that's good... *gently rubs her back, wondering to himself why it took him this long to notice certain things about this lady who has become his wife*

Perceptor: *arms around him, making a soft contented sound as he rubs her back. He'll be able to feel her slip toward a comfortable doze even as she reaches for the blankets*

Kup: *reaches to pull the blankets up the rest of the way, marveling inwardly at the contentedness he feels at just being able to hold her*

Perceptor: *softly* Yes... it would appear that we were missing an important part of our intended function.

Kup: *Quiet engine rumbles as he gently kisses her forehead* Get some rest, Perceptor...

Torka: *coming back* Let him... her? eat first, Kup.

Perceptor: *soft chuckle and a sharing of her amusement over the bond*

Kup: *soft razz for Torka as he moves to help Perceptor sit up again*

Perceptor: *knows her limits, is content to lean against the support he offers as he sits, and then she's smiling as she accepts the container and scans the contents* Oh, this will do most excellently, thank you, Torka.

Torka: *blinks her lights in a smile, then turns her attention to Kup and offers him a second container of the sweet grain liquid*

Kup: *snorts a bit, and thanks Torka for the container*

Perceptor: *holding her container in both hands and busily analyzing the contents. Kup will be able to feel her avid curiosity and her insatiable hunger to know all about it*

Torka: *notices the staring at the juice and pauses* ...?

Kup: *chuckles and gently rubs Perceptor's back before having a taste of the contents of his container*

Perceptor: *leans against him a little more but doesn't look up from her container for a few more nanoclicks. When she does her face is shining* Kup, this grain produces natural energon.

Kup: *pleased engine rumble as he takes in fuel*

Torka: Really? Ohhhhhhh. Then Cron's distilled stuff....

Perceptor: Is a perfect fuel. And only affected us so strongly because of our lack of proper fuel for too long a length of time.

Kup: *nods in agreement, is still working on taking in fuel*

Torka: How does it taste undistilled?

Percpetor: *blinks and looks at Kup, then has a taste for herself* *pleased sound* Very palatable.

Kup: *leaves a bit of the fuel in the container out of habit*

Perceptor: *pauses and looks up* Kup, you're still hungry.

Kup: *startles, feeling a bit sheepish as he murmurs something about habit*

Perceptor: *look, Kup, when she's focused she can give a really stern look*

Torka: *isn't laughing, and you can't see the light flashings! Graspers up to cover them*

Kup: *Hunches down slightly* Used to giving you the majority of the fuel...

Perceptor: That will be quite unnecessary. *affection is clear over the link even as she speaks crisply*

Kup: *gives her that look that he sometimes gets when he knows he's been called out*

Perceptor: *reaches one slender hand to push up on the bottom of his drink container*

Torka: *sneaking away, knows Kup has a com unit built in if he and Perceptor need her for something*

Kup: *complies with what Perceptor is wanting him to do, works on finishing the fuel that's in his container*

Perceptor: *smiles her slight smile and returns her attention to her own container and drinking thirstily. Her satisfaction at the flavor and resultant energy is clear over their bond*

Kup: *contented engine rumbles are a go as his tank pings full*

Perceptor: *lowers her container with a sigh, though it isn't empty* Very refreshing. *looks up and offers the container to Kup, her optics twinkling as she does what she scolded him for. He will, however, be able to feel her comfortable fullness* Would you care to finish mine, Kup?

Kup: *small headshake* I'm fine, Perceptor.

Perceptor: Very well. Will you please set it on the floor? I don't think I'm capable of the task.

Kup: *soft chuckle, moves to do so, setting his nearly empty container alongside Perceptor's, before he's moving to snuggle a bit more*

Perceptor: *reaching automatically for the blankets even as she's sleepily cuddling against his solid warmth* I feel the need for more recharge, and something tells me that our bond still needs time to be fully completed.

Kup: *helps with the blankets* Yeah... Probably...

Perceptor: You don't know? *looks up at him as he lays back, her intakes sighing softly as she finds herself tucked between Kup's arm and side and covered with the comforting wool of the blankets*

Kup: I just know about courting... Never got much farther than that with anyone else... *snuggles*

Perceptor: *contented sigh as she rests her forehead against him* One would presume that this courting occurred before Tyrannous issued his decree.

Kup: *small nod, and a slight scowl. He doesn't like thinking about what Tyrannous decreed*

Perceptor: *softly* One would also presume that the women in question were much different from myself.

Kup: *as he moves to pull her closer* Yeah...

Perceptor: How does the old song go? About making an ugly woman your wife? *has heard it played over the sound system at different space ports*

Kup: *searches his memory for the song in question*

Perceptor: *tries to hum the tune. Cannot carry a tune*

Kup: *soft snerk, rubs her back and plays the melody. Is feeling a bit sleepy at the moment, so if it falters from time to time, that's why*

Perceptor: So if the song is true, then you are destined for happiness, Kup. *yes, she just called herself ugly*

Kup: *does not approve of Perceptor calling herself ugly*

Perceptor: *looks up with surprise as she senses his twinge of disapproval* What's the matter?

Kup: *a bit bluntly* You're not ugly, so don't even joke about it.

Perceptor: *blinking with surprise now as she gazes up at him*

Kup: *studying her features, and wondering again why it took him so long to notice how pretty she is in her own special way*

Perceptor: *more blinking* Is the fuel affecting your sensors?

Kup: Not to my knowledge, Perceptor.

Perceptor: But.... *knows she isn't pretty. After all, she's never modified her faceplates, and he and everyone else she'd come in contact with accepted her as male*

Kup: *Disagrees with the "not pretty"*

Perceptor: *stares at him, and then hides those faceplates against his chest as they heat up*

Kup: *gently rubs her back and holds her close*

Perceptor: *shutters her optics and 'listens' to his affection, then responds quietly in kind as she once more slips toward recharge*

Kup: *will keep watch over her, and muse to himself about how incredible she is, until he too slips into recharge*

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