"That…I can’t actually tell you exactly what…” he’d discarded one of his arm’s coverings and was now working on the other. That didn’t feel right, though. Ivan had a right to know a little more than that…
"Well, he wants me to go on a dangerous mission to…" He paused in his fiddling the try and word it right. "Take out a target." He couldn’t say anything that would make it easy for Ivan to guess, so his best bet was to be as vague as possible, simplify some things and leave things out. Which was to say, lie to Ivan’s face. "He says if I do it, I can come back in and he’ll fix me up. No problem." He tried to give Ivan a smile, but it looked awkward and tighter than it would look if it were one of his natural ones.
"T-Take out a target-??" Oh dear, he didn’t like the sound of that. Knowing Flash, the target was wasn’t exactly going to be Springman. On the one hand he was relieved that the second gen wasn’t being stubborn and was giving Star a chance to redeem himself, but on the other… he couldn’t help but worry. "I-Is that the only option he gave you, then…??" he asked, sitting down with the spacebot. He didn’t for a minute think that Flash would give him a less dangerous or demeaning task, but he guessed it didn’t hurt to ask.
OOC: ‘Nother art trade down (owo)/ This one’s for Star. The idea of him wearing a jumper too big for him was too adorable to not draw.
> Oooooh ooh ooh. I’m really glad. Mhmhm and you really are fun to overpower, too, Chuchu. So much fun to turn into a puddle. I love watching you squirm because of me…
>UH- HEH, HEHEH, AH… I- I LOVE BEING MADE TO SQUIRM…
Right… sorry, I’m…
> I guess I’m really sensitive about how.. small I am? Like I’ve never known anyone to prefer that? And I worry a lot about making you happy…
> It’s okay, I’m reading too much into it…
>NO NO, IT’S FINE, I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT BEFORE I SAID ANYTHING
>I LIKE YOUR SIZE!! YOU’RE REALLY CUTE AND NICE TO CUDDLE, HEH…
searchingforaction said:SOUNDS MORE LIKE MY KINDA THING, HEH…
.. ah, so… so you like bigger guys too, then..?
WELL I MEAN, UH- I GUESS SO, BUT I DON’T MIND SMALLER GUYS TOO!!
…I WAS JUST BEING SILLY I DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO SOUND LIKE I WISHED I WAS WITH A BIGGER GUY
Well, so much for changing before Ivan got back. He’d damn the bush verbally(and loudly) if Ivan weren’t standing next to him right now, too. though his amazement at how quickly Ivan had removed him from it softened his frustrations with it. He also knew it was in part due to his showy chestplate, which he was already starting to remove with a few angry clicks. “Thank you, Ivan..” he muttered tensely, calming himself a little after setting that wonderfully clunky, sparkly thing down in a less-than-gentle manner.
"He said he’d let me back in," He decided to start off on a positive note "but I have to do something for him first." he said with a sour tone. Something between distaste and insecure. He sure as hell didn’t want to off Forte’s dog, and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the consequences. He hadn’t thought this way about helping the DCNs before it helping them, but that was possibly because there hadn’t been much time to think on it.
Star glanced around, looking from the chairs Ivan owned to his bed, instantly deciding the bed was far more comfortable and therefore well-suited for this conversation. He started fiddling with the armor on his arms as he took a few steps in that direction.
Ivan’s expression briefly lit up, but the hopefulness didn’t last long. A.) because he already knew the news wasn’t entirely positive (otherwise Star would have been in a better mood), and b.) because he didn’t like the sound of him having to do something for Flash. Judging from Star’s tone, it wasn’t a particularly nice something, either. “Wh-What does he want you to do…??” he asked, not quite able to keep the concern out of his voice.
OOC: as a dumb warm-up doodle thing i decided to draw some mini comics featuring Pump and Hard in a nutshell :^D
>That sounds good. I’ll see you there.
Star began the walk back to Ivan’s bush fairly quickly. He’d forgotten to tell Ivan he was in his armor and would like to change out of it, but if he got back before Ivan he could simply change before the other bot got back. His pace increased until it was a steady run. Honestly, the only reason he didn’t fly was that he might smack himself right into a tree if he got careless.He was certainly distracted enough to plant himself on a tree; wondering whether or not Ivan would be mad about this, the bit of fear and dread that came along with knowing what he had to do to get back in.
He slowed down as Ivan’s “room” came into sight. To more irritation than surprise, his beautifully gaudy chestplate armor got stuck on some of the shrubbery’s branches. Star let out an exasperated huff and stood still after a little bit of struggling. Ivan would probably mind if he ripped a hole in one of his walls, so he had to try and get out without using too much force. Which was absolutely maddening right now. “..I am in no mood for this.”
Ivan cringed internally as he neared his “room” and was met with the sight of… Star stuck in the shrubbery. Ugh, secluded location be damned, he hated the way his room was. But he hated the idea of living in the fortress even more, so he just sucked it up and went over to help untangle Star.
"Oh maker, I-I’m sorry my room is such a hassle…" he said, getting Star freed and inside with the ease of a robot evidently used to being amongst foliage. "I-I really need some sort of equivalent of a door." He’d be surprised he hadn’t already asked to have one added, if it weren’t for the fact there wasn’t really anyone to ask. Wily seemed to have vanished again, and he certainly wasn’t going to any of the second gens about it. It was embarrassing enough without his current reputation.
But whatever, Star hadn’t come here to talk about the decor. There were more important matters at hand, so as soon as they were both in he spoke up again. “S-So, ah… h-how did the talk go…??”
I-I couldn’t care less what a group of sociopathic thugs think of me.
I-I can’t stop people having opinions, unfortunately. Th-They can think what they like, but only I know what’s true and what isn’t.