Hey, Skywarp, you still-
-Huh … the medic could’ve sworn he’d left the seeker around these parts. Glancing back at the predacon, he shrugs, then continues through the foliage. The other couldn’t have wandered far, but if he had and gotten himself hurt (as much as Knock Out would rather not) it was the medic’s duty to fix him. So he keeps walking around, looking at different blossom varieties as he does so.
Ripclaw had been eyeing the flier as soon as spotting him from a distance. She tilted her head as he spoke and then produced an amused soon after seeing him warp away. She simply growls at the Pretty after he glances to her and she continues to walk beside him.
Occasionally, she pauses to sniff the colorful objects similar to what the pretty mech was wearing, but she kept her focus on keeping pace with him.
-He’s still on the lookout for the flier as he moves along through the foliage, but even more keen on his mind are the blossom varieties. Each time he comes upon a new, unique flower he plucks it and adds it to a string of wire, for reference, noting it’s location on a mental map.
I suppose this might help the troops that have yet to leave the ship for when they’re all making their own leis …
-He muses aloud, smirking at the predacon. He still wasn’t sure if she understood him, but, after collecting a few too many leis, his arms are burdened. Noting the length of her neck he approaches, and slips each one of his extra wreaths onto her, standing back and giving her an overall look.
Lots of warm colors around these parts … and a serious lack of cool hues.
-Maybe he could get creative and string other items aside from blossoms. He gestures for the predacon to follow, paying close attention to the ground and to the higher canopies.