For all that his courage had been bolstered by his little adventure this morning, Scourge couldn't help but take a slight step back.
"I just don't think he's someone we should write off, y'know?" he said awkwardly, scrambling for something positive to say about the young human. "He's been here longer and he knows a guy who got his old body back, or at least a better one." Even if Kurt was touchy as frag about it for some weird reason. Scourge would kill for something that dark and streamlined.
"And he's strong, real strong," the tracker continued. "You remember what Lugnut did to my neck?" Scourge tilted his head back, pointing to the just-barely-visible dark blotches around his throat. "These are already fading and that was later that night. You see these?" He looked around nervously, hoping no one was paying too close attention to them, then finally turned around and pulled his shirt up.
There were a pair of darker bruises on his lower back by his hips, about the size of a pair of hands. Scourge crooked his head back around to look at Blitzwing, pointing at about where he thought the marks were. He couldn't see them very well without checking the mirror, but pressing too hard on them made him wince. Fortunately they'd been put somewhere that was covered by his clothes. The neck was obvious strangulation, classic Decepticon style, but something that low might get some humans asking questions.
"These still haven't fixed themselves, and he wasn't even trying to leave marks." Because Scourge had asked him not to. "Don't know about during the day, but during the night...not a guy I want mad at me."
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"I just don't think he's someone we should write off, y'know?" he said awkwardly, scrambling for something positive to say about the young human. "He's been here longer and he knows a guy who got his old body back, or at least a better one." Even if Kurt was touchy as frag about it for some weird reason. Scourge would kill for something that dark and streamlined.
"And he's strong, real strong," the tracker continued. "You remember what Lugnut did to my neck?" Scourge tilted his head back, pointing to the just-barely-visible dark blotches around his throat. "These are already fading and that was later that night. You see these?" He looked around nervously, hoping no one was paying too close attention to them, then finally turned around and pulled his shirt up.
There were a pair of darker bruises on his lower back by his hips, about the size of a pair of hands. Scourge crooked his head back around to look at Blitzwing, pointing at about where he thought the marks were. He couldn't see them very well without checking the mirror, but pressing too hard on them made him wince. Fortunately they'd been put somewhere that was covered by his clothes. The neck was obvious strangulation, classic Decepticon style, but something that low might get some humans asking questions.
"These still haven't fixed themselves, and he wasn't even trying to leave marks." Because Scourge had asked him not to. "Don't know about during the day, but during the night...not a guy I want mad at me."