Chapter 4

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Shockbolt made sure no one saw where deathflight had disappeared to while he made himself comfortable. She mildly jumped when she heard nightcatcher's voice, Shockbolt had a sweet smile on her faceplating as she spoke. "That sounds lovely, I'm sure it wouldn't be long for them to find the predacon and allow us to go back to normal.. I'll have to tell Deathflight where we've gone, incase he gets antsy about this whole thing."

Shockbolt acted perfectly as though she had called Deathflight knowing fully well of where he was, using the noise of everyone running around to muffle the sounds of his purrs. He found the situation quite funny, if he made the attempt to laugh Shockbolt had already squeezed her right arm against her side momentarily.

Shockbolt looked over her shoulder at the school's security coming down the hallway as she spoke "it's best we go now before this choas runs either one of us over."
Shockbolt practically took off down the hallway making it seem as though she didn't want to stick around to find out if they'll find the predacon, meanwhile Deathflight slightly tilted his frame to watch the choaic event he caused play out until Shockbolt rounded a corner to head for the nearest exit while she spoke just under her breath for him to hear.
"Deathflight you are going to be the death of me."

Deathflight stuck his tiny glossa out in a playful response as his armor panels molded so well with Shockbolt's frame he almost looked as if he was apart of her, however if you looked for easy detail you could see the faint outline of his helm just below her arm.
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Upon hearing the femme agree to her offer nightcatcher's wings almost immediately perked up while a bright smile flashed across her faceplating in excitement before she caught herself, recomposing herself she relaxed her smile and gave a small nod stepping away giving her space to inform the mech from before all while she focused on not being accidentally stepped on.

Once she was finished she had finished with the call of sorts, Night was surprised at exactly how fast the femme had been as she seemingly disappeared from her line of sight within the semi crowded hallways. But nonetheless she eventually managed to squeeze her way past the crowd of bots and find shockbolt once more.

Seemingly unaware of the predacons presence within the femmes frame as she neared, especially for an such an observent bot Deathflight was nearly invisible to her line of sight. unless she was actively trying to find him of course.

Letting out a small pant as she finally caught up with the femme at the Doors of the institute, she lightened her visor back to its usual transparent setting as she looked at the femme.

" Ok, if I'm not mistaken the café should be that way for a block or so. But I'll call ahead to make a reservation."

She said once she caught her breathe from being scared out of her armour after having almost been flatten by one of the larger bots that had stumbled after someone had pushed them. Though being small had its benefits, it also came with a cost that seemed to remind her almost daily.

Straightening herself out nightcatcher started on their way to the café, watching with curious optics as police vehicles rushed passed them from their spot on the sidewalk swarming the school in mere minutes. A part of her felt bad for the beast, knowing that she had ties with the monsters that label other species as threats.

With a small sigh she continued on, unsure what really to say as they walked sense she usually was never one to start a conversation Been politicaly brainwashed by her sire to only speak when spoken to, to lower the risks of her acting up during the meetings she was forced to attend. But she knew this was different, after all this was school not a meeting..though it was still hard for her to get used to the whole idea of being out in the open without any body gaurds or someone looking over her shoulder.

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