A story in blue and purple

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Some weeks passed. Soundwave was looking more relaxed than before. Maybe because meeting Shockwave had an impact of them. No one was an stranger anymore and that was great. But still, they couldn't trust anyone with that ease.

Soundwave arrived to their job and went to the elevator. Their tower seemed more clean. "curious" They tought. Who has cleaned? The construction crew was also in charge of cleaning, but their sanitizer didn't had that smell. 

They stood in the door in front of the tower. Shockwave opened the lab door. - Good morning, Soundwave -

- Good morning...do you know  who cleaned last night? - 

- I think it was the construction crew, I saw Long Haul with new stuff, all of them looked happy. For being such a bunch of brutes, they like to clean -

- Pfft -

Shockwave was silent for a moment. - Do you have a face, right? Why you don't show your face? -

Soundwave stayed silent. Then went inside their tower and blocked the doors. 

- I'm sorry, I just wanted to know- -

- I don't want everyone to look at it. It makes me feel awkward. Is not your fault - Soundwave sighed.

- I...I understand, is okay - Shockwave was trying to be nice to them, Soundwave hadn't been rude to him, despite making them feel awkward the first time they met. - I...I will be in my lab, if you need something - Shockwave left. 

The purple mech was confused again. Soundwave was always isolating themself.  He couldn't understand why. Soundwave was a nice person with everybody around. Why being alone? Shockwave sat in one of the chairs and stared at the table. Thinking about his coworker. Their acting was unusual, they was different from everybody else. Not showing their face? All the people he met that used a mask had put it off at least once. He was determined to see Soundwave's face. But now, he only wanted to make himself a better hand (if that was possible). His claw was dumb. He couldn't do things fine. Or maybe he was using it wrong. Or maybe both. 

He opened his briefcase and put out some tools. Also a datapad for sketching some designs for his arm. One of them was a hand, other was his three-fingered claw, other was an scalpel....he actually wanted a hand that could change at his will. But he wasn't in the mood to do such an advanced thing.

Then..another headache. Another flashback. He can see his hand again, trying to reach a bigger one. The vision fades. His optic is full of lubricant. He is crying. He don't remember why he feels so sad. His processor is lying? It was an error in his system? He stopped trying...he can't continue with that. He puts the datapat in the briefcase again.

He swipes the tears away his "face" and turns around. There are some chemicals. He remember Megatron has told him to do a corrosive weapon. Or not? "That's Mixmaster's stuff" He had listened wrong. He tries to remember again, that wasn't a deep tought so headache won't appear.  His task was weapons, but not corrosive. He remembered then, his experiments wasn't weapons that day. He only had to observe his coworkers and classify them in terms of endurance

- Suspicious, why Megatron wants to know that? Is obvious that the construction crew are the ones with more endurance, they are strong- He said while writing on his datapad. But then noticed that this was the perfect excuse to get closer to Soundwave. Or that was what he tought.

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