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Hound and Trailbreaker drive out to one of the approved clearings they are allowed to transform in away from most of the human population. They had already cleared having a little date with Security, and as long as no Decepticon attacks happen they are supposed to be left alone for the most part.Hound transforms moving into the clearing, scanning the area making sure its still safe before they settle down to lay here and have a quiet date.Trailbreaker transformers as well, turning back the way they came to scan that direction for any sign of trouble as well. It wouldn’t do for their date to be ruined by carelessness. He turns back to Hound once the area passes both their sensors inspection.Hound smiles, taking out a tarp and spreading it for them to lay on like a picnic blanket. “After you~” He teases lightly, doing a grand sweeping gesture at the spread tarp.Trailbreaker laughs moving to lay down on the far side, holding out his arm for Hound to settle beside him where he can hold him.Hound settles into Trailbreakers side,draping one arm around him. They both just lay there quietly for a moment just enjoying the stolen peace and quiet while they have it. While they are laying there cuddling slowly life returns to the forest around them as the local fauna gets used to the giant robots presence.Soon some butterflies futter out of the treeline, flying over the pair in search of flowers to get nectar from. A few even land on the pair’s plating, seeming to accept they are at least temporarily part of this forest.::Humans believe butterflies symbolize transformation:: Hound comms TB so as not to disturb the nature living around them now.::Really? I guess that makes sense, do you know what kind these ones are?:: TB asks watching the white butterfly on his arm slowly crawl up towards his shoulder.::The white ones with black tips and no spots are Large Whites, the white ones with a black spot are Cabbage Whites, the orange ones with black detailing and white spots are Monarchs, the really shiny blue ones are called Morphos…:: Hound continues to describe each species as they come into the pair’s optical range out from the forest.::Wow, how many species are there?:: TB asks surprised how sometimes minor differences lands a whole new species::Somewhere around 180,000 have been classified. Humans are always finding and classifying new species though so that number could always go up further:: Hound laughs feeling the flare of surprise through TB’s field.The two eventually settle back into a comfortable silence watching the life around them go about its business not really caring about them.