[ Her eyebrows lift at his reactions, and she peeks back at him a few times. Wow, getting extra tsundere, aren't we? Very sus! But, of course, she can't resist snapping back when he goes full tsun at her. It's the worst bait ever that she bites at every time. ]
Maybe you shouldn't be so tall, then, jerk!
[ As if...he can help that...
But whatever! Despite his typical Soundwave nonsense, he does seem to like the poem. Like, a lot. A lot a lot. Loved it, even! He's not the only one whose chest is burning up. Because if he loved it, maybe he loved--
No. She shouldn't encourage that. It'll complicate things! Then again, if she complicates things, she can ultimately blame him if he gets weird and makes things worse. Tempting! But speaking of weird, that joke? Coming out of his mouth? Who knew Mister Privates was capable! The power of literature is so incredible! ]
I dunno. Sounds like you're the eager one. [ There's a barely-contained snicker. ] I didn't know you wanted to give me a ride so much!
[ She won't admit half the reason she wrote the poem was because of actually wanting to do that. In the non-sexual way, thank you. Despite all her whining, once she gets over the jolt from being handled like a toy, it's nice being in his metal arms. That feeling led to her sinking further into her imagination and picturing the idea of experiencing the ultimate freedom with him. When you can fly? You can go anywhere. There's nothing to fear when you can leave all your troubles behind on a whim.
Monika turns in his arms, shaking her head with a laugh. What a silly mech, so surprised that--shock and awe!--she hasn't stopped thinking about him! If only he knew just how much that was the case, considering how many pages in these notebooks have been increasingly devoted to him. And yes, there are a few scattered attempts at drawing him, all of them equally terrible. Good thing he doesn't know that, though. ]
I'm glad you think it's sweet. [ One finger boops his nose. ] Because even if you are a jerk...you're the sweetest jerk I know. I hope you'll keep letting me write for you.
[ She leans in, resting her forehead against his. ] It makes me a little sad to hear this is the sweetest thing you've been given, especially with how old you are. But...I'm glad I could give it to you. [ Her eyes close with a contented sigh. ] You make me happy, Soundwave. I'll keep giving you things you can love to prove that.
[ How frien--yeah, no. She can't delude herself. For now, she'll let herself feel a little love, just for a small moment, especially because she keeps receiving the gift of seeing a side of him that no one else does. ]
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Maybe you shouldn't be so tall, then, jerk!
[ As if...he can help that...
But whatever! Despite his typical Soundwave nonsense, he does seem to like the poem. Like, a lot. A lot a lot. Loved it, even! He's not the only one whose chest is burning up. Because if he loved it, maybe he loved--
No. She shouldn't encourage that. It'll complicate things! Then again, if she complicates things, she can ultimately blame him if he gets weird and makes things worse. Tempting! But speaking of weird, that joke? Coming out of his mouth? Who knew Mister Privates was capable! The power of literature is so incredible! ]
I dunno. Sounds like you're the eager one. [ There's a barely-contained snicker. ] I didn't know you wanted to give me a ride so much!
[ She won't admit half the reason she wrote the poem was because of actually wanting to do that. In the non-sexual way, thank you. Despite all her whining, once she gets over the jolt from being handled like a toy, it's nice being in his metal arms. That feeling led to her sinking further into her imagination and picturing the idea of experiencing the ultimate freedom with him. When you can fly? You can go anywhere. There's nothing to fear when you can leave all your troubles behind on a whim.
Monika turns in his arms, shaking her head with a laugh. What a silly mech, so surprised that--shock and awe!--she hasn't stopped thinking about him! If only he knew just how much that was the case, considering how many pages in these notebooks have been increasingly devoted to him. And yes, there are a few scattered attempts at drawing him, all of them equally terrible. Good thing he doesn't know that, though. ]
I'm glad you think it's sweet. [ One finger boops his nose. ] Because even if you are a jerk...you're the sweetest jerk I know. I hope you'll keep letting me write for you.
[ She leans in, resting her forehead against his. ] It makes me a little sad to hear this is the sweetest thing you've been given, especially with how old you are. But...I'm glad I could give it to you. [ Her eyes close with a contented sigh. ] You make me happy, Soundwave. I'll keep giving you things you can love to prove that.
[ How frien--yeah, no. She can't delude herself. For now, she'll let herself feel a little love, just for a small moment, especially because she keeps receiving the gift of seeing a side of him that no one else does. ]