Sulky Spirits of the Air

[Slingshot]

"Yeah, but..." Well, it sounds silly when he thinks about saying it, but Skyblast isn't an Aerialbot. Slingshot hasn't had a good history of working well with non-Aerialbots.

Except, come to think of it, when he flew with Skyblast after Thundercracker. "Yeah. I can think I can handle 'im."

He grins at First Aid, a flash of sunlight through the clouds.

[First Aid]

First Aid isn’t built for grinning back, but he would if he were. Slingshot has a fantastically cheering smile.

Instead, he relaxes, minute built up tension in his carriage dissolving. “I’m glad,” he says sincerely.

[Slingshot]

First Aid is very good at conveying things with his voice. Slingshot doesn't consciously notice that, but he responds to the sincerity and warmth in the other gestalt member's voice. "Good."

"-Frak!" Oh, look, something just metaphorically slapped the jet with a wet fish. "I dropped my pistol at the range when I took off!"

[First Aid]

“I’m sure someone’s holding it for you,” First Aid says, “It shouldn’t be hard to find.”

[Slingshot]

Something else occurs to Slingshot. "Yeah. Yeah, Skyfire said Mirage had it."

Mirage is such a toff. The Aerialbot heaves a sigh through his vents. "I'd better go get it from him."

"You need to get out more," he adds suddenly, pointing at First Aid. This isn't hard since First Aid is standing in the doorway Slingshot needs to go through. "Don't just hole up here all the time. You're allowed to have a life."

[First Aid]

First Aid is mildly taken aback. I’ve turned transparent, he thinks to himself, amused, as he steps backward out of the door and to the side to let Slingshot through.

“You’re right,” he says, “I’ve been acting like a hermit.”

[Slingshot]

"Yeah," Slingshot agrees bluntly. "You have. C'mon, let's go find Mirage and get my gun back."

The Aerialbot turns on his heel and heads off through Medical. He pauses in the doorway to make sure First Aid is following.

Because clearly, this is something First Aid has an interest in. Silly jet.

[First Aid]

It’s not First Aid’s issue, that’s true, but there’s something pleasantly familiar about getting dragooned into someone else’s errands. In fact, it’s downright homey.

He laughs softly and follows, coming up short when Slingshot stops. “Think he’s out at the field still?”

[Slingshot]

"Probably." And if he's not, Slingshot has a radio and isn't afraid to use it.

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And Slingshot moves off to the Hunting the Mirage thread.