The last thing he could remember was complaining to Rumble about dumping paint on his head without warning, so Swindle was mildly surprised to suddenly be on-lining optics he hadn't realized he'd off-lined. What really got him was the full of purple-blue view he got. It took him a moment to actually adjust enough to try and move, and quite a few minutes to wrench whoever's arms were around his chassis off. He sat up, and found he'd apparently fallen into recharge while the twins were painting his helm. If the odd position they were in, the opened bucket of paint, and black stain on Rumble's shoulder was any indication. He was going to have fun trying to wash that dried paint off once he woke.
He found he was quite bemused with the whole situation, as he carefully tried to move without waking the two. It was hard considering they were both on either side of him, and something - be it a leg, arm, or head - was draped over him. He shifted carefully, sliding down instead of leaning over them, off the end of the berth. He stepped slowly onto the floor, pausing every moment to check back on them, once he was sure they were still recharging, he crept from the berth and to the door. Hitting the auto-key and opening, glad they hadn't locked it. He stepped out of the room, and walked right into Soundwave.
The door shut behind him, meaning he had no room to step back, so he stayed pressed against the somewhat startled larger 'Cons chassis until he finally stepped back, nearly causing Swindle to fall forward. As Swindle staggered a bit before regaining his footing, Soundwave materialized a cube and offered it to him. It earned a suspicious look. "Starscream's 'special blend'. He brought it by earlier." Swindle glanced up at Soundwave and frowned. Hearing him talk "normally" - still monotone, though - was kind of...disturbing. He took the offered cube, slowly, and stood awkwardly in-front of the twins berth room door, unsure of what to do. Soundwave moved across the room, into another room.
Swindle looked around, uncomfortable with his current surroundings.
"Statement: Can leave when desired." Swindle nearly jumped, turning his head quickly to stare at Soundwave, as he walked out of the room, staring at him through a red visor. A rather sluggish looking Ravage fallowed behind, stopping a few paces from the door to stretch. Swindle swirled his cube slightly, and frowned. Well, he wanted to leave. But he would have to refuel here, or risk getting loosing the ration to someone again. Soundwave shrugged, and walked towards the door, Ravage in line behind. "Request: Wake cassettes before departure." He waved a hand in the Jeeps direction, before keying the door open, and allowing Ravage out before fallowing himself. The door closed behind him.
Well...that was an...interesting farewell. Now alone, from what he could tell, Swindle wondered towards the makeshift sofa, and clambered up on it, sitting with Energon in hand. He glanced down at the bright pink sparkling substance, venting a sigh before sipping it. He hummed in satisfaction at the sweet, candy-like taste. He swirled it again, smiling softly, before taking another, slow sip. Primus, Starscream sure knew how to create his Energon. Low grade or high, Starscream's Energon was known to be the best to anyone who'd had the luxury of tasting it. Even Megatron didn't argue with the fact, though he did grumble out once that he didn't quite have a taste for "sweets".
He glanced at the door, taking a large gulp from the cube. He wanted to get out of here before Soundwave returned, even though the TIC had never done anything to him, he still felt irritatingly uncomfortable around him. Finishing his cube as quickly as possible - while still savoring the rare, richly sweet taste he'd longed for not long ago - Swindle hopped down, sub-spaced the cube, and walked towards the Twins door.
It automatically opened when he got close again, and he stepped through, grabbing the nearest object - ironically an empty Energon cube - and chucking it at them. It hit the wall, bounced off, and landed smack dab in the middle of their heads, effectively hitting both in the optics with a corner. The two jerked, sitting up and crying out in unison; "Ouch!". Spinning around, Swindle walked out the door, and made a beeline for the exit. Could have been nicer about waking them up, they did repaint his helm. He mused it for a moment, and shrugged. Too late now. The door auto-opened as it picked up on his presence, and he walked out the room.
Taking a right turn, he started making his way towards his Gestault's shared quarters. No doubt Onslaught wanted to see him, he hadn't in a while, and had probably become worried. Well, that or mad. Swindle hoped he was worried. Not really in the mood to deal with the consequences of the other.
Authors Notes: Sorry this is so late, AGAIN! Sorry it's so short too, I really had little to add onto this chapter, and if I had thought of that sooner, this would have been posted long ago. My apologies! I'll try, yet again, to get an update schedule or something...
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor do I own any of it's characters.