“Let no such man be trusted. Such as we are made of, such we be. I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.”
Soundwave and Daft Punk [link]
((Hey! *waves* Oh, btw, I keep forgetting to tell you; I did wind up making that art blog I was considering before. I haven’t done much with it yet, but I said I’d link to it, so here it is. :3c ))
Sharp audials picked up on the knocking against her plating- albeit muffled and low pitched. She felt it quite alright though. The beating of her wings slowed for a klick, the forced water pushing them closer to the surface. They were mere feet from breaking the top when she paused. A low rumble rolled through her entire frame, strong enough for nearby fish to sense it and dart away.
She looked down into the depths of the loch, down to the point where light no longer illuminated the water and its occupants. Light senors may not work down there, but heat sensors did; she’d be able to easily dive down without fear of running into unseen objects. Now the question was if Rumble was ready for a deep dive.
Rumble raised an optic ridge before following her gaze down into the darkness of the loch, then looked up at her, then back down again. A smirk tugged at his lips as he realized that Jackjaw seemed to be thinking about diving down there. Sounded like fun.
He knocked twice against her plating, and activated his vocalizer without opening his mouth. “I dare ya,” he said with a tone of mischievous encouragement.
Daddy Soundwave with his horde of adopted children. It seemed like a fitting thing to draw for Father’s Day. Soundwave is the ultimate robot-dad *v*