Cascade showered off quietly, rubbing off a few scuff marks from work. It was a common occurance anyway and the current replacement DJ was more accustomed to playing more bass-heavy music that got the crowd more rowdy than usual, so more scuffs and dings were increasingly common. It wasn't like Soundwave, who knew when to let the music tone down intermittenly to let people rest.
She turned to rinse off and softly sighed, turning off the solvent. Soundwave was still gone. It might've only been a couple days, but it was still too long. She missed him. The others missed him, too. They all missed him.
She let herself dry off under the blasts of hot air and stepped out, quietly walking to the living room. Rumble and Frenzy were already asleep with Ravage sprawled across the pillows. Lazerbeak had taken the foot of the bed with Buzzsaw and Ratbat between them. It was a small mercy that she was much shorter than Soundwave, which gave them more space at the foot of the berth.
She got herself a bottle of high grade and poured a healthy amount into a cube before adding her sweetener. She quietly made her way to the balcony, sitting down at the edge.
She sipped her drink, offlining her optics to breathe in the cool air. She had no clue how Soundwave had taken care of the Cassettes on his own for so long. They tried to help her out, but she was still having a hard time. She drank another mouthful, ignoring the burn down to her tanks.
She quietly drank her high grade, slowly laying down on her side, letting her arm dangle off the ledge. She'd never had any fear of falling, even after too much high grade. She was a Seeker, born to fly through the clouds and feel the sharp wind stab at her frame. She was made for flying, it was in her very CNA. Flying was easy.
She offlined her optics and let the breeze flow across her plating.
Flying was easy, but falling in love with an emotionally stunted Cassette host was even easier.