Axl holds still -- stiller than he's ever been before -- as Red approaches. Hoping, willing Red not to find him. He'd picked a new alcove to hide in, one he'd never used before, and he hoped that would be enough to throw the elder Reploid off.
But still, the guilt roiled in his core, strong and overbearing. This just wasn't right. Why was he cowering like this? Like Red was going to punish him if he got caught?
...No, it wasn't Red he was scared of. It was the Professor. Something about that man seemed... off. And if Axl had to be honest, he was unsettled by the man's mere presence. And yet, he cared so much for Red Alert he'd pushed it aside for the promise of saving the syndicate.
But was it really worth breaking his bond with Red?
Too bad the choice wasn't his to make anymore, as his swirling thoughts cause him to drag one of the retracted stabilizers across the wall behind him, making a short but audible scratching noise. He winced, cursing himself inwardly.
He's a little uncertain of where he should be looking - he's checked most of Axl's usual hiding places, and found nothing - but the scratch of metal on stone is more than enough to give his target away.
"Huh," he murmurs, heading towards the noise. It's somewhere Axl hasn't hidden before, but it's not really a new thing.
He crouches, using his scythe as a balancer as he peeks into Axl's hiding place.
"You had me a little worried with your games, kid," he comments, but his tone is a bit forced. It's such a subtle waver that only someone who knew him well would pick it up, and if anyone knows him well, it's Axl. "If you needed some alone time, you could have just asked."
He peers at him curiously, but as always, he leaves enough room for Axl to keep his personal space, to move if he wants. Red never crowds him. "Something on your mind? You've been distant."
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But still, the guilt roiled in his core, strong and overbearing. This just wasn't right. Why was he cowering like this? Like Red was going to punish him if he got caught?
...No, it wasn't Red he was scared of. It was the Professor. Something about that man seemed... off. And if Axl had to be honest, he was unsettled by the man's mere presence. And yet, he cared so much for Red Alert he'd pushed it aside for the promise of saving the syndicate.
But was it really worth breaking his bond with Red?
Too bad the choice wasn't his to make anymore, as his swirling thoughts cause him to drag one of the retracted stabilizers across the wall behind him, making a short but audible scratching noise. He winced, cursing himself inwardly.
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"Huh," he murmurs, heading towards the noise. It's somewhere Axl hasn't hidden before, but it's not really a new thing.
He crouches, using his scythe as a balancer as he peeks into Axl's hiding place.
"You had me a little worried with your games, kid," he comments, but his tone is a bit forced. It's such a subtle waver that only someone who knew him well would pick it up, and if anyone knows him well, it's Axl. "If you needed some alone time, you could have just asked."
He peers at him curiously, but as always, he leaves enough room for Axl to keep his personal space, to move if he wants. Red never crowds him. "Something on your mind? You've been distant."