Dee, despite his size, is about as heavy as Rigel. He is entirely unaware of this as he snuggles atop his new friend, nodding and giggling too.
“I really only know ‘bout Underground Cybertron. Never went to the surface- ‘least not outside. It’s… not anything like this. Dark, really hot, from all th’exhaust and bein’ so close to Primus. Miners work all the time, and sleep in a biiiiig pile when they’re not on-shift. The bosses give us fuel, tell us where’n when ta dig. While we work the old ones tell stories! Mostly ‘bout ghosts n’ how the ‘riginal Primes were. I c’n list all Twelve! Terminus says the one we have now… um. He doesn’t explain everything.” Dee looked Rigel in the eye, face set and serious.
“How’s he walk around with all the Senate up his aft? Is he just really big?”
A sound akin to a wheeze is forced out of the slender built bot when the other settles on top of him… Not that he did anything to get the weight off. He’ll deal with it for now; It reminded him of Bevel’s mass, and that thought was promptly shoved back down through his memory bank.
“I don’t think I can,” Rigel commented, trying to prop himself up on his elbows and managing to sit up in time to have a face-full of stern miner staring at him. “What?”
Then he let out a bark of awkward laughter, “What! No! No, not like that – Th-That’s not how it used’ta work. They’re… They was a team, y’know? Workin’ together for… Politic… Stuff.”
The little face remained right up in Rigel’s as he listened, slightly confused. Rigel didn’t exactly answer his question, but it just seemed like maybe he didn’t know all the answers. He didn’t seem much older than Dee was, after all.
“A team… Yeah. That’s prolly why Terminus doesn’t like him. The first Primes helped us n’ helped make us, but this Zeta one’s letting the Senate… How come yer sayin’ ‘used to’? Is it not like that here? In uh… this ‘nother world?” Dee squinted, rubbing his helm. It was starting to hurt…
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