Elias discovered that he could get human radio reception on board the Nemesis!
He took advantage of that now, as he wiggled his hips in the shower, half humming and half singing while he scrubbed himself down.
'She had them apple bottom jeans!
Boots with the furs,
she had the whole club lookin' at her.'
His mask was sitting on a stand near the shower stall. The drone picked out months worth of gathered rock, twigs, and dirt clumps from between his joints, and wow, did it feel good getting those out. He never realized how much it had bothered him until he was able to get them out.
The water that made it's way to the floor was brown with all of the dirt that dribbled down his frame, and he didn't leave the shower until the water that fell off him was clear. He continued humming as he was blow dried, and then paused, quickly shutting off his music and the dryer as he noticed the medic staring at him with a bewildered look from across the room.
He'd never seen a drone act like that.
Elias mentally slapped himself when he realized the medic had probably entered the washroom wondering why the drone was taking a very, very long shower.
"Uum.." The drone managed vocalize, "Thanks for the.. shower? Uh. Sir." He had barely remembered to add 'Sir' at the end. Slag him and his awkwardness.
"Uh." The doctor looked left then right awkwardly, flustered that he had witnessed a drone moving his hips in such a way, in his washroom. Weren't they supposed to be mindless? "You're welcome."
"I uh, still need repairs to my midsection and communications." Elias turned the conversation away from their awkward stand-off, and Commander Knockout seemingly perked up in remembrance.
"Ah! Yes! Right this way." The doctor hurried off to get the necessary supplies, and Elias slumped in relief, then remembered to straighten back up, before leaving the washroom.
"What is your designation?" The mech's back was turned to the drone as he spoke.
"It's El- uh, VR-34, Sir." Elias stiffened as the Commander turned around and looked at him with a confused- and suspicious- side glance. Oh dear. He must look glitched to the pit and back. Dear Primus, he's doomed.
"Well, VR-34, lay on the table there. I will have to put you under for the likely internal damages that I'm going to have to fix." The doctor turned to face the shorter mech and put a hand on his hip. He gestured at the table with his other hand, occupied by a tool of some sort- pit, he didn't know any of the fancy medical names for the not-so-fancy and ever so slightly scary medical tools laying around. Elias swallowed and timidly walked to the table, trying to act normal- and noting somewhere in the back of his processor that he left his face mask in the washroom and his strained expression was totally exposed. He nearly offlined where he currently stood.
A/N: I'm going to try and make it a point to upload every two to three days. Yes, that does mean shorter chapters, but I'm sure that the frequency that it's uploaded will more than make up for it c: I'll wait a tad longer than I did to upload the next chapter than I did this one, but i will admit, patience is not one of my best qualities XD
