[His face is the most peaceful he's ever looked before. No frown. No grump. Not even a smile, either, but just the peaceful look of someone who finally got the rest he's been waiting for and so rightfully deserved. Though it's not his intention to sleep, and he couldn't say anything, he would... want her to leave him be for just a moment, allow him a rare moment of peaceful sleep, before waking him up. He's sure she knows the method to do so.
Soundwave is normally a light sleeper. Millions of years at war made it all but impossible to sleep through even the softest footsteps of a human. Always have to be alert. Always at the ready. A brush near his face would certainly stirred him awake, but it didn't. The most she'll get is a twitch of his finger, brushing against her lips and cheek accidentally as she fixes the small injury with a kiss.
He can't say that he's ever had a good sleep in his life. Even before the war, he had lived on the streets and those were hardly comfortable places to sleep, especially when his "home" was a dredge. It wasn't all terrible, because he had his friends to keep him company, provide him with warmth he'd never expected anyone to care enough to give.
Much like Monika is providing him right now. He purrs to himself inside his dream, unheard in reality. When she brushes some hair out of him, he'd be tempted to lean forward, welcome more of the soft hand on him, but he refrains himself from doing so. Or rather, he can't. Because dreams aren't meant to be easily manipulable.
In reality, aside from the earlier twitch, he hasn't moved a muscle, only his chest rising and falling, stimulating breathing. If he had heard her words, he'd certainly be hurt by them and even wonder what she meant by revived feelings, but with most things regarding, he'd keep it deep within him. And perhaps never confront them.
Nothing enters his ears fortunately, as a pleasant dream enters his mind, petals falling over his body, surrounding him. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks falling down the light blue sky... A sight he's sure does not belong in the real world.]
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Soundwave is normally a light sleeper. Millions of years at war made it all but impossible to sleep through even the softest footsteps of a human. Always have to be alert. Always at the ready. A brush near his face would certainly stirred him awake, but it didn't. The most she'll get is a twitch of his finger, brushing against her lips and cheek accidentally as she fixes the small injury with a kiss.
He can't say that he's ever had a good sleep in his life. Even before the war, he had lived on the streets and those were hardly comfortable places to sleep, especially when his "home" was a dredge. It wasn't all terrible, because he had his friends to keep him company, provide him with warmth he'd never expected anyone to care enough to give.
Much like Monika is providing him right now. He purrs to himself inside his dream, unheard in reality. When she brushes some hair out of him, he'd be tempted to lean forward, welcome more of the soft hand on him, but he refrains himself from doing so. Or rather, he can't. Because dreams aren't meant to be easily manipulable.
In reality, aside from the earlier twitch, he hasn't moved a muscle, only his chest rising and falling, stimulating breathing. If he had heard her words, he'd certainly be hurt by them and even wonder what she meant by revived feelings, but with most things regarding, he'd keep it deep within him. And perhaps never confront them.
Nothing enters his ears fortunately, as a pleasant dream enters his mind, petals falling over his body, surrounding him. Blues, greens, purples, and pinks falling down the light blue sky... A sight he's sure does not belong in the real world.]