Hardshell clicks again informing Bob that Insecticons should not be separated from their Hive.
-Bob clicks back, saying that he didn’t have a Hive before and that he hadn’t been with the swarm either. He preferred it that way though.-
Hardshell makes an abrupt click in response and shakes his helm, telling Bob that no one, no Autobot especially deserved to ‘own’ an Insecticon.
-Bob clicks back and telling Hardshell that he doesn’t mind. He then shakes his helm slightly before giving a low whine, not sure how to explain his situation to the other. After a moment, he looks back at Hardshell clicking against and asking what he thought was so wrong with it.-
“…An owner?! I will find the Autobot who has the arrogant nerve to try to own one of my brethren,” Hardshell hisses in reply and and then makes a reassuring click. Should he come to arrive in the other’s universe, he would make it a top priority to find Bob.
-Bob clicks back quickly as he tries to tell Hardshell that his owner is a good owner, even if he is an owner.-
Hardshell merely nods and gives Bob a soft grunt in reply. He understands, but decides to bring up another matter: the other Insecticon’s affiliation. He tells Bob with a proud click that he obeys Megatron and takes enjoyment in harming the Autobots.
-The smaller Insecticon stays silent for a while after hearing that, before he clicks back that he lives with the Autobots and that he, Bob, has an Autobot owner. He takes up a more defensive stance as he replies.-
Hardshell tilts his helm, surprised by how…plain the other Insecticon’s name was. However he ignores his surprise and releases another series of clicks. Hardshell tells Bob that he would like to meet the the other face to face.
-Bob pauses in his actions, tilting his helm. He takes time to consider the idea. He then replies after a moment with clicks saying that he would like to, but he doesn’t know how. That Bob has no idea how to get to Hardshell. His antennae droop slightly.-
((Yes, he does. c: ))
The Insecticon produces a short grunt and continues to click to Bob. “Hardshell,” he states slowly and pats his chest plate with a fist to emphasize his statement.
-Bob clicks some more, using this way of speaking to tell Hardshell his own name, seeing as he couldn’t any other way. He pauses before mimicking the other Insecticon’s actions with one of his smaller arms.-