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Hahahaha! Love it, thank you! 😍🤣 All the bickering!!!!! He put googly eyes on his cathetometer, amazing
Percy: Damn bitch you live like this??
Can I ask for 17. noticing their individual quirks from the blossoming romance prompt list with Simpatico? <3
WHAT A COINCIDENCE THAT I STARTED REWRITING LIKE 3 HOURS BEFORE I SAY THE POST ABOUT YOUR BIRTHDAY!! Anyways, Happy Belated Birthday!!! Enjoy some simpatico nonsense:)
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Perceptor narrowed his optics down at the pile of clutter before him. Clutter was a kind, professional, polite way of describing explosive havoc of disorder and chaos that made up the dimensions of Brainstorm’s desk. Disgusting was another word that came to mind.
::How do you live like this?::
::Oh please, let’s not exaggerate. It’s not that bad.:: came Brainstorm’s groan.
It was not an exaggeration. If anything, it was an understatement.
Perceptor’s internal processors had a difficult time distinguishing just what exactly he was looking at. The only way to actually piece through what was on the desk was to deconstruct it layer by layer. A cross-section analysis.
The bottom-most layer- the foundation, if you will -were dried dribbles of fuel intermingled with a noxious dusting of sentiment and dirt. One of Perceptor’s background scanners identified a cluster of granulated particles to be aged candied energon treat crumbs. An entire rust strick made the foundation brick, its sticky residue gluing it to the hard surface of the desk. Perceptor idly pondered if its removal would cause the entire system to fall apart. And while his internal protocols desperately would like the area cleaned, organized and sanitary, he was not willing to find out if his hypothesis was correct.
Cemented to this foundational core layer was the secondary mantle layer. This, from what Perceptor could read, was a scattering of notes all in Brainstorm’s sloppy, near illegible scribble. Tattered napkin bits from Swerve’s and printed notices from Ultra Magnus acted as the canvas for dynamic invention designs, schematics and impossible (and implausible) equations with attached nonsensical theorems. Several datapads acted as structural weights. When flicked on, Perceptor wasn’t sure if he felt amusement, exasperation or a sickly, prickling bashfulness in seeing several of his academic research papers and studies riddled with extensive notes, doodles and elaborations from Brainstorm.
It didn’t take away from the utter disaster that was Brainstorm’s work space but it did soften the blow. Still, Perceptor would prefer if his research wasn’t adding to the disgusting catastrophe that made up Brainstorm’s desk. Perhaps a bookshelf or three would greatly benefit organization.
Level three- the crust -was as troublesome as the other two layers of clutter, if not more prone to disaster by their fragile and incongruous shapes. Trinkets , Brainstorm affectionately called them. Garbage , Perceptor was more keen on describing. In truth, they probably served best as paperweights, however haphazardly placed they were.
The sentimentality was not missed on Perceptor and a part of him could even find the collection charming. Endearing.
Perceptor had bared witness to the slow accumulation over the course of the Lost Light’s journey but had never really taken the time to truly examine them. Now he did, his optics scanning over the seemingly random series of objects: little samples of rock, crystal, fossil collected on pit-stop planets, a Rodi-Star for Temporal Excellence half hanging off the desk, a cluster of thumb drive stocked with films, music, and other media either gifted or stolen from Rewind- Perceptor was still not sure. Little gadgets and doodles from Nautica were in abundance and horrible tiny contractions built by Whirl intermingled with them. There was even a small toy-like bauble on the corner of his desk from Chromedome, Perceptor had been present when the Mnemosurgeon had left it there and Brainstorm never moved it, simply fiddled with it absentmindedly while mulling over his work before throwing it back to the corner of his desk.
All these items, papers and dirt and yet Perceptor still did not actually find what he was looking for.
With a heavy sign, Perceptor responded to the insisting ping in his comms.
::How do you expect me to find anything on your desk?::
Brainstorm’s response was bitingly quick. ::What are you talking about? Everything is organized!::
::It’s garbage, Brainstorm.::
::Use that brilliant mind of yours and you’ll see everything has a purpose.::
::What purpose do Ultra Magnus’s cease orders from 28 cycles ago have?:: Perceptor didn’t dare touch the fragile, lopsided stack in fear of it tumbling down and only adding to the mess.
::They are counterbalances. Don’t move them or the desk will collapse.:: Perceptor had no doubt in the truth of that statement even if its intent was a joke.
::We are cleaning this when you return to the ship.::
::It doesn’t need any cleaning! I know where everything is!:
Perceptor let out a derisive snort. He could picture perfectly the little fluttering of Brainstorm’s ailerons, his hands moving in frustration.
::The tell me where your cathetometer is.::
It was the reason for this call in the first place. For rare occasion, Perceptor had the lab to himself with Brainstorm accompanying Rodimus’s small expedition team. It’s not Perceptor’s fault his colleague forgot his equipment but he was not about to be a complete aft in not assisting. He just wasn’t going to personally dig through Brainstorm’s garbage heap of a desk alone.
::Hmm, if you don’t see it in top it’s probably in one of the drawers.::
Perceptor rounded the desk to see six drawers lining the sides of the desk with three on each side.
::Which one?::
::The left side. I keep the important stuff there.::
Perceptor raised an optic ridge and couldn’t help but ask ::And what do you keep on the right?::
::Come on Percy, let me have a little mystery, a touch in intrigue.::
::Nevermind, I don’t want to know.::
Perceptor didn’t need to be present to know Brainstorm was pouting, blast mask intact or not. Even hundreds of meters between them and Perceptor knew a pouting, sulking Brainstorm anywhere.
::You’re no fun.::
::Yes I am.:: Perceptor replied back as he started with the top drawer, pulling it open only to find it crammed to the brim with even more data pads. All of them pressed together to a block so not even a tiny piece of dust could enter. Perceptor slammed the drawer shut. ::How do you live like this?:: he found himself reiterating.
::Oh, not fun loving Perceptor still complaining about my desk. Is that fun? Cleaning and organizing?::
::You’re a scientist. How do you find anything in this?::
::Tell me how you are fun in explicit detail and I’ll tell you my organizational strategies. We can make a date of it.::
Perceptor snorted as he opened the second drawer. This was filled with several instruments and after some careful digging, he found the cathetometer . ::We can clean your desk together.::
::You must be a hit at the club, Percy. Really. Absolute stud. What moves do you have? The pencil sharpener? The label maker? The file organizer? Actually, you can’t claim that one. Minimus invented and perfected that one. ::
Perceptor could have told Brainstorm at any moment that he had found what the other mech was looking for but, he held onto the tool for a moment, softly smiling to himself as Brainstorm rambled insults to him. It shouldn’t be charming, it shouldn’t be amusing, it shouldn’t bubble up any sort of affection. And yet.
::I’ve seen you dance, Brainstorm. I wouldn’t speak so confidentially with what you’ve demonstrated.::
::Are you saying Minimus is a better dancer than me? Because you surely can be saying that you are a better dancer. I mean, I think you’ll fall apart if you stepped foot on the dance floor.::
::It hasn’t happened yet.::
::When have you been dancing at Swerve’s? Before or after you deep clean and detail your desk every day?::
::Funny.::
Without even thinking about it, Perceptor opened the third drawer. He stopped as it slid open, its few contents rocking in the sway. Recognition lit his processor in a warm, shy heat.
::I’m hilarious. So funny and smart and amazing and talented and resourceful. Speaking of resourceful…did you find the my cathetometer yet? I put googly eyes on it. For personality. Can’t miss it.::
Perceptor felt the warmth spread across his faceplates. ::I did.::
::Oh Percy, I could kiss you. Tailgate is almost back at the ship if you can give it to him. The mods to his hoverboard make him almost as fast as Rodimus. He’s pissed. Anyways I told you it would be easy to find. All my important stuff is.::
Perceptor barely heard a word of what Brainstorm said. Only sending back a short affirmative as he stared at the drawer.
::Perceptor? You alright?::
With a sharp invent, Perceptor closed the drawer shut firmly.
::Perfectly fine. I’ll be ready to pass it off to Tailgate. I’m clearing your schedule for the next cycle. We are cleaning your desk. I can’t work knowing you are working like this.::
::Percy! It’s fine. I don’t need your shitty excuse for a date-::
::It’s not a date.:: Perceptor swiftly cut off. ::This is a work hazard that is being remedied immediately.::
Brainstorm’s response was muted, delayed. ::Okay, okay. We’ll clean it up. I’m sure you’ll have a checklist and everything.::
Perceptor let a small smile come to his face even though he could hear the telltale rumbling of Tailgate’s juiced up hoverboard. ::Of course. You shouldn’t expect anything less from me. If you manage to get it done by shift’s end, I’ll buy you a drink. Maybe if you are lucky, we can dance.::
Brainstorm’s next several responses were streams of incoherent stutters that formed a very excitable agreement. Perceptor didn’t feel the need to continue the chatter as he passed over the tool to Tailgate who only gave him a slightly confused look at his smile. Perceptor didn’t care, not when he knew what lay at the bottom of Brainstorm’s important drawer.
Sentimental fool.
#love all the personal details the doodles the notes#CD's fidget toy! Percy's own research papers!#how you got their characterization and the bigger picture that they're in a relationship!#makes me feel better about having a messy desk lmao at least it's not as bad as Brainstorm's#Perceptor's psychoanalysing him#peeking at Brainstorm's desk is like delving into his mind#he really only uses a tiny corner of it over a stack of papers and other indescribable stuff bc the rest is unusable#god the discussion of it is a date it is not but most importantly if you do it you'll get one! it's so domestic love it <3#they're both lame at partying so 🤣#what is in Brainstorm's mysterious drawer! now i need to knowww!!!#i'd say the mini percy? he keept it?#ty so much i love it <3<3<3 mwah!#brainstorm#perceptor#simpatico
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