"Und vhy do jou need me to vatch ze... little sparkling?" Blitzwing asks, hesitating slightly as he looks down at the crying robot with a grimace. In his desperate attempt to get it to stop, Shockwave had lengthened his arm to create a makeshift cradle. Unfortunately, all that really seemed to do was give the suddenly fussy bot more ample room to kick its little pedes.
More than once did the Decepticon spy find himself getting kicked in the arm and, at times, even in the chest. A feat that would have probably impressed the single opticed Con if the whole thing wasn't so tiring. He's never really minded young bots all that much. Or even sparklings for that matter. Dealing with them, on the other servo, was a whole other thing. Especially when he had other things to do. So the moment Starscream handed it over, he instantly went searching for someone else to hand it off to. Luckily for him, it only took mere moments to find that someone.
"Megatron demands my presence and if I bring it with me, he will surely be unhappy." Shockwave answers Blitzwing's question, slowly reeling his arm back in. Detecting a bit of exasperation in the spy's normally calm voice, the triple changer lifts his gaze back up, right optic ridge raised.
"Yes, but vhat does zat have to do vith me?" he asks more pressingly, crossing his massive black and purple arms. Either unable to help himself or simply not caring to hold it back, Shockwave sighs heavily. A sound which is only further exasperated as the sparkling chooses that very moment to let out a shrill scream.
"Because, you were the first I came across and I can not waste any more time looking for someone else." He bluntly answers, forcing the fussy bundle onto Blitzwing as soon as his arm retracts back to normal length. Startled, the triple changer instantly balks and takes a few steps backwards but, nonetheless, still grips the screaming sparkling in both hands.
"What in the Pit is wrong with jou?! Do jou have a screw loose or something?" He shouts, holding the tiny bot away from himself as it screams even louder. "Oh, jou can join ze club zen!" He quickly adds with a crazed laugh, grinning audio-receptor to audio-receptor.
Far used to Blitzwing's 'mood swings', Shockwave barely bats an optic towards the rapid changes. Or rather, the one optic he has. That said, he's also smart enough not to stick around when the triple changer got angry or otherwise deranged. Nothing good could come from it and, for a brief moment, Shockwave wonders if he was making a mistake. It takes only another shrill shriek to tell himself otherwise.
"Do be sure not to yell around it too much. It will only make the crying worse." The spy advises, starting to walk off without acknowledging anything Blitzwing had said. Spinning on his pedes, Blitzwing stares after him in panic, right optic widening.
"Shockwave! Vai-"
"Oh, and be careful not to drop it either. If you need me, I'll be in the bridge with Lord Megatron." Shockwave interrupts, lifting and waving a clawed hand. Grunting in annoyance, Blitzwing glares after the Decepticon spy through clenched denta, fury boiling under his armor.
"Frag it all!" He loudly curses, directing his glare towards the screaming sparkling as it lets out yet another shriek; arms still stretched out as far from him as possible. Oh like Pit he's going to stay and watch this thing.