[and this is an opportunity to test his human vocal chords with a girly squeal, grabbing onto Skyfire with far more than the requisite grip necessary.
Heights? Heights are nothing to a Seeker. They come into their own in the wide open air, with the wind all around them whipping against them, freefalling, swooping, aerial maneuvers so tight and precise they're an art form.
But that's flying. With wings, the wings of a jet--the body of a sophisticated biomechanical machine capable of precision to within a microsecond's flaw. And this, this being frail and human and at the mercy of a single misstep, this is to flying what drowning is to diving.]
What are you doing are you trying to terminate us both?! For Primus's sake!
[Right in his ear, and a little louder than necessary, before he closes his eyes and clings tighter, somehow.
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Heights? Heights are nothing to a Seeker. They come into their own in the wide open air, with the wind all around them whipping against them, freefalling, swooping, aerial maneuvers so tight and precise they're an art form.
But that's flying. With wings, the wings of a jet--the body of a sophisticated biomechanical machine capable of precision to within a microsecond's flaw. And this, this being frail and human and at the mercy of a single misstep, this is to flying what drowning is to diving.]
What are you doing are you trying to terminate us both?! For Primus's sake!
[Right in his ear, and a little louder than necessary, before he closes his eyes and clings tighter, somehow.
BEING STARSCREAM SUCKS.]