((meme)) Blaster woke up, aching in places that had no right to ache. With a small groan he rolled onto his side. Well. He tried to. Something was holding him in place. Something purple-ish and slender. He glanced down, and stared at the feeler wrapped around his mid-section, as his memories hit him. An argument, one that got far out of control, before Soundwave had knocked him over. To be fair he pulled him down with him, and the rest had been.. had been interesting. Rough. Paint transfers, dents, scrapes, and scratches littered both frames, and he was half-amused, half-mortified, by the brilliant red streaks he had left on the spymaster. That - that had been something else. Still, knowing he was in no immediate danger made him relax back into Soundwave’s hold. As for the argument? Right then he could care less if he won it or not.
Soundwave hadn’t mean to shove him hard enough to knock him over, but, well, he might have miscalculated that gesture. What happened after? Instinct. Pure, unadulterated gladiator instinct to take what he perceived was his. It wasn’t his brightest moment, but the mech was so damned infuriating sometimes! No, he no longer expected him to act anything like his alternates, but Primus almighty something had to give! Blaster couldn’t live his life—especially not as a Decepticon—by being so stupidly naïve about everything.
No, Soundwave didn’t want to turn him into some vicious Deception or anything, but his attitude wouldn’t survive long where he was now; Soundwave wouldn’t have it. He couldn’t always be there to protect him, and if something happened to Blaster… Admittedly, fragging Blaster senseless wasn’t much of an answer, but burn him if it didn’t feel right. Calmer now, his hold on the red carrier didn’t lessen by much, but he finally deigned to “officially” online. Now to assess damage.
He pinged the mech a greeting, neither hostile nor angry.
Miscalculated would have been putting it mildly. Though it was on both of them as Blaster hadn’t meant to drag the other down with him. And he still had no idea what had sparked the argument, but he had a feeling it was his fault. Possibly something about how missing half the cues and innuendos was going to give some mech the wrong idea, and then there was going to be trouble. One way or another. And considering where he was, Soundwave had a legitimate concern about how ill-fitted he was in his current situation.
Of course Blaster had taken offense to this, considering it an attack on his intelligence, and snapped back. Which had resulted in a mild scuffle that landed both on the floor. And then, well, he was just glad they couldn’t be kindled the same way organics could.
"Hey. You as sore as I am?" he asked, running his digits along the feelers that still gripped him. He twisted slightly, so he could turn his helm to look Soundwave in the optics.