it's a test to find that silver lining [OPEN]

[forcowardice]

Who: Fulcrum & Krok [closed]; there is an [OPEN] prompt available too!
Where: Fulcrum & Krok at Krok's room. Otherwise, marketplace or boardwalk a-go-go.
When: The weekend.
Summary: Fulcrum is concerned about his worrywort of a commanding officer and checks up on him [closed] while on the flipside he's also shopping for some specific equipment [OPEN].
Warnings: Big dumb robots with feelings


[CLOSED TO KROK]

Ever since the medical exams from Ratchet, Fulcrum has definitely made note of one thing: the lack of his commanding officer being around and mother henning the hell out of his crew.

It's not for lack of caring. Primus, if there's one thing Fulcrum knows, it is most definitely that Krok cares! If anything, it has to do with him caring. Caring so damned much and worrying and now it's somehow confined him to his room. Fortunately, Fulcrum has no problem taking it upon himself to worry right back at him.

So, he stands in front of his captain's door and gives it a knock.

"It's me. Can I come in?"

-=-=-

[OPEN]

"Okay, so."

Fulcrum squints down at his paper list. Paper is such a weird concept that just kind of seems to be a big waste of resources, but it's a common thing to use here apparently. Bizarre to him, really. A lot of the habits these organics have is both endearing and frustrating. No, he doesn't think too highly of most of them, but he doesn't entirely dislike them either.

But this paper thing's silly.

"Yeah, I gotta make a data pad," the K-Con mutters to himself.

For now, he's shopping around for some fairly specific material on his list. Mostly, he's looking for equipment, or objects he can make into equipment. Things he can repurpose in some way.

At the very least, he's certainly not unapproachable!

Comments

[forcowardice]

At Krok's humble reaction, Fulcrum chuckles quietly and gives him a friendly bump in the shoulder with his own. It's not like any of them are used to praise in the slightest, but Fulcrum's willing to give it when he sees it, especially when it's honest and not in a way where he's trying to save his own plating.

"Just remember that we're here for you. I know you can't really express your limits around Misfire and Spinister easily." Not to pull a Flywheels, but bless their sparks; Misfire and Spinister have their own strengths and limits, and their strengths aren't always going to be offering a shoulder to someone. Fulcrum gets that.

"So. Talk to me, if you have to. I don't mind. You guys mean a lot to me and I know I'm, uh. Not that strong, so. I'd like to do what I can."

[dadcepticon]

It's hard for Krok to accept Fulcrum's offer. He's supposed to take care of Fulcrum, not the other way around. But it's equally hard to refuse, because he's tired and lonely. Normally, Crankcase would let him babble, and just grunt, but it was enough just for Krok to have the ear of someone willing, someone who understood. It isn't as though Fulcrum offering is all that different, he tells himself. But, he counters, Fulcrum is one of his foundlings.

But Fulcrum offers, freely. Krok isn't simply putting this on him unsolicited. And he needs a shoulder to lean on.

"…All right," he says finally, hesitantly.

[forcowardice]

It's a small victory. Fulcrum smiles warmly and seems satisfied with the answer. His hand gives Krok's a quick squeeze before letting go, and the K-Con sits back in the sofa a little.

There isn't much that he can do here, but he can do this.

"Good. Thank you." Fulcrum gives a little sigh. That makes him feel quite a bit better, actually.

[dadcepticon]

"You're… welcome?" Krok mumbles, not quite sure why Fulcrum's thanking him. The lanky 'Con is the one doing Krok all the favours here.

Still. Warmth that has everything to do with comfort and gratitude, and nothing with internal temperature, creeps through him slowly, and Krok can't quite help the slow smile dimming his optics.