[53] just close your eyes and count to ten

[buildstherobots]

[Oh, Mayfield. Do you think you've heard sobbing? No, no you have not. Because that's pretty much all this tiny sparkle is doing, in-between panicked running about trying to figure out where he is and why doesn't he recognize anyone and professorrrrrrr ;A;

Okay, maybe he isn't wailing constantly, but he's definitely got a consistent sniffle, and will be found one of many places:

A. Bothering you! Tapping you, tugging on a pantleg, knocking on your door; wherever you are, he's trying to get your attention, looking increasingly distraught and panicked.

B. Getting into your electronics and/or car. How did he get in your house? It's not really important; despite the sniffle, he's taking something apart, and if you watch him undetected long enough you'll probably see him start putting it back together again. Maybe backwards, maybe better. He doesn't look any less upset than option A.

C. Resigned and miserable at the park. He's sitting beneath a tree, despondently drawing in the dirt with a stick, little skinny legs pulled up to his chest. Yes, still sniffling. Spare a tissue, kind sir?]

(I KNOW I'M ON HIATUS SSH. Replies will be slow, and will come from bittyglitter. There will be backtagging. 8Db)

Comments

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's also used to being left behind. He actually smiles a little when he comes up next to Sideswipe, slowing up to match his speed.]

...Thanks.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

If you got lost, I'd have to look for you, and that'd be a pain in my aft.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

...Why would it have to be you?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Because I'm the only one here.

[bittyglitter.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[Well, that makes sense. He follows in silence for a bit.]

...Is Dist your friend?