There wasn't much time to settle in and think about what Starscream was saying, although he wouldn't forget a word of it; though he had done his best to stay detached from the communications officer for some time now, there was something wrong with the way the other was speaking about him that pulled at a wee, tiny, almost nonexistent but still quite present thread of concern.
He'd tried to destroy it, believing over time that his efforts to teach Soundwave some degree of humanity had been a lost cause--but hearing that the bot had indeed tried to keep most of Trowa's secrets from his leader had snagged at it and pulled it up again. The idea that he was possibly becoming some kind of familial replacement was mildly unnerving, massively unexpected, and only made the thread tug harder.
Family and friends were to be protected.
...Damn it!
Whether or not Starscream had intended it, Trowa had fallen into a trap, too busy thinking to realize that he was about to be shot at--one more thing to be chalked up in the "emotions are bad after all" column later--and only noticed at the brief light before the actual blast. He didn't make the jump away in time, the blast hitting him; Trowa repressed the shout of pain into a loud grunt and landed on the roof with a hard thump, likely alerting anyone in the room below to the situation outside.
Within a second the boy was gone, and a roaring humanoid monster with a black and red blastmark on one furry leg was hurtling in Starscream's direction with intent to crash him into the ground.
i'm not sure how much damage that would have done; let me know and I'll adjust for it after this?
He'd tried to destroy it, believing over time that his efforts to teach Soundwave some degree of humanity had been a lost cause--but hearing that the bot had indeed tried to keep most of Trowa's secrets from his leader had snagged at it and pulled it up again. The idea that he was possibly becoming some kind of familial replacement was mildly unnerving, massively unexpected, and only made the thread tug harder.
Family and friends were to be protected.
...Damn it!
Whether or not Starscream had intended it, Trowa had fallen into a trap, too busy thinking to realize that he was about to be shot at--one more thing to be chalked up in the "emotions are bad after all" column later--and only noticed at the brief light before the actual blast. He didn't make the jump away in time, the blast hitting him; Trowa repressed the shout of pain into a loud grunt and landed on the roof with a hard thump, likely alerting anyone in the room below to the situation outside.
Within a second the boy was gone, and a roaring humanoid monster with a black and red blastmark on one furry leg was hurtling in Starscream's direction with intent to crash him into the ground.