He turned at the hesitant sound of his name and was just as surprised to see who was by him. "Topspin! Look at you, all beefed up!" Wheeljack strode up, quick and eager. It felt odd being able to pet his hands on Topspin's shoulders without having to stretch upwards. It wasn't a drastic change on him, but he was far larger and heavily armed than the last time Wheeljack saw him. "You're all business now, huh?"
"Me? Lookit you!" Topspin said weakly, trying to get over the shock. "You're... you..."
Wheeljack's vocal indicators flashed with a low chuckle. "Surprising, huh?" He turned, showing off his mech body. "Got transferred into a larger body. I helped pioneer the practice. Still has some kinks in it, but I'm in great shape myself."
"Huh. How 'bout that."
The two stood, looking at each other in an uncomfortable silence. Wheeljack felt something deep inside plunge, twisted and cold. "Don't like it, huh?"
"No, no!" Topspin said quickly. "It's just..." his hand traced over the hood, remembering where there was once a windshield, once slender curves and delicate angles and he missed them, yeah but, "it's better for you in a stronger body." He said eventually.
"But you don't like it."
A hand grabbed at his and Topspin gave a soft, honest smile. "It keeps you safe. That's more than enough reason for me to accept it."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
Wheeljack
Date: 2008-09-09 02:07 am (UTC)He turned at the hesitant sound of his name and was just as surprised to see who was by him. "Topspin! Look at you, all beefed up!" Wheeljack strode up, quick and eager. It felt odd being able to pet his hands on Topspin's shoulders without having to stretch upwards. It wasn't a drastic change on him, but he was far larger and heavily armed than the last time Wheeljack saw him. "You're all business now, huh?"
"Me? Lookit you!" Topspin said weakly, trying to get over the shock. "You're... you..."
Wheeljack's vocal indicators flashed with a low chuckle. "Surprising, huh?" He turned, showing off his mech body. "Got transferred into a larger body. I helped pioneer the practice. Still has some kinks in it, but I'm in great shape myself."
"Huh. How 'bout that."
The two stood, looking at each other in an uncomfortable silence. Wheeljack felt something deep inside plunge, twisted and cold. "Don't like it, huh?"
"No, no!" Topspin said quickly. "It's just..." his hand traced over the hood, remembering where there was once a windshield, once slender curves and delicate angles and he missed them, yeah but, "it's better for you in a stronger body." He said eventually.
"But you don't like it."
A hand grabbed at his and Topspin gave a soft, honest smile. "It keeps you safe. That's more than enough reason for me to accept it."