pullmeoutalive | log > how are these two so darn cute?

It had been an admittedly strange situation they had all been in - shopping mall, zombies, black outs - it was like a horror film gone wrong.

No one had any explanation for their sudden appearance in the mall, nor did anyone have an explanation for their sudden disappearance from the mall. Just as no one had an explanation for the blue Chevrolet Volt currently parked outside of B.A.B.E.L. headquarters.

For his own part, Jolt was doing what Autobots did best (aside from kicking Decepticon skidplate), and that was hiding in plain sight. Asphalt and sunshine, he decided, were preferable to zombie-laden carpet and the near-darkness of a mall without power. He just didn't like having to wait while Naomi was inside - no doubt trying to explain where the frag she'd been all this time. Jolt'd had a similar problem relaying his whereabouts to - of all mechs - Ratchet. (No doubt the medic thought he was glitched for insisting he'd been fighting off zombies all this time.) But, after much instance, and pleading for Optimus' permission, Jolt was allowed to stay with Naomi for the time being.

The Autobot sighed inwardly. He was still waiting, and he still hated it.

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And now the conversation had hit incredibly high levels of EXTREMELY AWKWARD, as the esper proved that the entire quantity of blood in a human's body could indeed gather solely in their face.

"I-- um-- no, I-- don't think anyone's ever actually liked me that way, b-because of what I am, and I've never really liked anyone that way, either--" Not to mention that the organization was fiercely protect of the espers and their romantic interests. There were very few that hadn't been scared off by the chief sending in armed forces to interfere with dates.

"I probably won't ever have anyone!" Naomi concluded in a surprisingly coherent and cheerful voice, well aware of the obstacles she'd be stuck going up against if the situation ever changed.

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"That's-" That's what? Bad? Sad? Good?

Jolt's free hand moved to scratch at the back of his helm awkwardly. "That's probably the same for me," he said at length. Not that there was any kind of rules in place to prevent that type of thing, but this was war, and there were risks - risks that Jolt was perfectly aware of and would rather not have to take.

"It shouldn't be." Indignation won out over embarrassment, and Naomi prodded one of the fingers that kept her cradled there. "You're a wonderful Autobot, you're brave, you're powerful, you're smart, you're funny, you're caring, you're a good soldier, and I bet there are a lot of people--" Okay, not the right term. "... Ladies that would want to be with you!"

She paused for a breath, then added in a softer tone, "But if it's got to do with your war, I can see why you wouldn't want to get involved with anybody."

Now Jolt's fans kicked on full force, and he allowed himself a moment to curse his treacherous systems- and a moment to be thankful that Naomi likely didn't know what his fans were doing and why.

"It's not-" he began lamely, but thought better of it. "Yeah, okay, it's got something to do with that." He shrugged again, pointedly looking anywhere but at Naomi. "Besides, I just haven't found the right... lady yet."

If she was starting to get an idea as to why his fans kept whirring at the oddest time, she didn't say anything. Nor did she try to make eye contact with him once he'd looked away. She chose to hunch down a little in his palm, her own eyes trained on the metal that held her.

"Wars don't last forever... I'm sure you'll find her when it's the right time."

"Um, yeah. Maybe." Oh, this had gotten awkward. Jolt stared at nothing in particular for a very long moment, letting his systems cool.

"We should... probably get down from here before the sun comes up." It was a lame attempt at subject change, but probably not an unwelcome one for either party.

Naomi was definitely relieved for a distraction, no matter how thinly veiled it was. She'd been able to regain most of her stamina just by resting up here, and she could do with a few more hours of sleep, but business first.

"You're right." She glanced up at him now, very serene and composed, as if the last ten minutes hadn't just occurred. "I'll lift you back down."

Jolt gave a little nod and shifted finally- servos protesting after sitting so long in the late night cold. He lowered Naomi to the ground and straightened to his full height. One last stretch, and then he transformed.

The blue Volt settled, silently waiting for her to move him again.

It took less time to lower him to the ground-- but she'd always had an easier time when it came to lowering versus lifting. Not that he wasn't still ridiculously heavy, but at least she was only slightly out of breath once they were both back on the ground.

"Will you be all right out here?"

Well, gravity was at least on her side in this case.

Jolt, for his own part, nodded as much as a car reasonably could. "I'll be fine," he assured her. Sure, sleeping outdoors in his alt mode wasn't quite the same as a nice recharge berth, but he could handle it.

Naomi hesitated, clearly reluctant to just abandon him out here. She'd get questioned about worrying about a seemingly-normal car, however, and so she slowly stepped away from him, turning to make her way back to the dorm.

"Sleep well, okay?"

"You too." There was a warm smile in his voice, and he was glad the awkwardness from up on the roof had dissipated.

He waited until she was safely inside before rolling off to find a place to park for the night that wouldn't get him towed.

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