Seeker Speak?
Chirp!
Rodimus shifted, turning his head to nuzzle further into Thunderclash’s side.
Chirp! Chirp!
Croooooo…
The red and yellow speedster frowned. What was that?
Chirrrp!
Cooo… crooooo.
Alright, what was that? Rodimus cracked one eye open and peered into the darkness surrounding his sleeping trine. The chirps and coos were very clear, as if right next to him. He lifted his head enough to look over at the sleeping jet on the other side of Thunder’s chest. He appeared to be sound asleep, an arm curled around a precious little bundle.
Chirrr-eep!
Rodimus spotted a pair of tiny hands reach up from the blanket Hawk was using as both a pillow and nest and grab his pointed nose. Another small chirp sounded from the little sparkling in his arm.
Coo…
Starhawk’s stabilizers fluttered and his lips twitched. He sleepily nudged his nose against Gracequake’s little hands as he purred out a few coos and trills, the sounds deep enough to be felt lightly rumbling across Thunderclash’s plating and into Rodimus’ own.
Ah, so the sounds were coming from those two. Interesting.
:Is Gracequake making those chirps?: Rodimus almost jumped when he received a private comm from Thunderclash. He looked up at the large bot’s golden face, seeing a sliver of red under hooded eyelids.
:Yeah, looks like she is.:
:Interesting…: Thunder’s chest slowly rose and fell with a sigh :I’m almost certain that’s seeker speak. Some form of it anyway, doesn’t sound Vosian.:
:Yeah?: Rodimus watched as Grace pawed at Starhawk’s silver face, chirping and trilling some more. His spark fluttered fondly as he noted the small smile on the resting flier’s face.
:Well, Gracequake is a grounder, not a flier.:
Ahh, that was kinda strange. Though come to think of it, Novabird didn’t chirp like a seeker when he was a bitty, and he was the only one of their three kids who could fly. Perhaps Gracequake just so happened to have inherited that special something? Who knows, it probably didn’t matter either. It was cute to listen and watch as she blindly explored the face of one of her parents with her soft little hands.
It looked like it was making Starhawk happy too, which was nice. These days his temper was quick to flare at even minor inconveniences. Despite all the movie nights, salty and sour energon candies, fancy polishes, slow dances in the privacy of their shared quarters, and even a couple of shiny objects as appeasement gifts, it was often difficult for Rodimus and Thunderclash to keep him content.
:But we’re not as tiny and adorable as Gracequake is,: Thunderclash reasoned. Rodimus gave the larger mech’s side a harsh yet playful prod.
:Whaaaat? I’m plenty cute!:
Thunders couldn’t help the chuckle that rattled his chest. Starhawk’s stabilizers waggled as he lifted his head to face the other two, one eye stubbornly sealed shut with sleep, “what’re you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Nothing much,” Rodimus shrugged a shoulder before reaching an arm across Thunderclash’s chest, holding a finger out for Gracequake to grab onto. She had a pretty solid grip for something so small and delicate, “just how cute little Gracie is.”
Hawk’s stabilizers again waggled as he purred an agreement. He struggled to keep his eye open as he watched Rodimus wiggle his captured finger, getting the little sparkling to giggle and tighten her grip.
Starhawk let out a half-sparked huff when Thunderclash pushed his crest down over his eyes, silently telling him it was time to sleep. The jet didn’t have the energy to object as he shifted to get more comfortable and was softly snoring within seconds.
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