38th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Locked to Mikaela - 95% Unhackable]

Hey. Need a favor of you. It means... much to me... and I do not ask lightly.

Need a frog. Gold one.

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Crew.

Have a question for you. At the usual price. Answer quickly, or I shall retract the offer.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...

Why can't you use yours?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... It is complicated.

Please. Do this... I will ask for nothing else.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Complicated?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Complicated in that... I cannot adequately explain it.

... Do not make me beg.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Complicated in that...Ratchet told you no so it's okay to take one of mine. It's okay, I get it.

[Is there bitterness in her voice? Maybe.]

You can have one.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

It... is not like that.

[He just can't explain what it is, because Ironhide sucks at explaining these things.]

You have more than one?

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Whatever.

Yeah. I've got Sam's. He left it in here before he...disappeared.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... stow it. You sound like Sideswipe.

If you allow me one... you... you could be saving a life I could not.

[There's a definite weight to his words. He doesn't say this easily.]

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

If you used yours you could do the same thing. [pissy pissy teenager ANGST]

But I already told you you can have it. I'm keeping Sam's though.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Not my frog any longer.

... I only ask for one. Keep the boy's. I... appreciate this.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Course it isn't.

Whatever - come get it when you want.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

I mean what I say. I always have. You have no cause not to believe me.

Coming.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

Ironhide, I...really don't care who's it is.

'Kay. I'm...sitting here. [Waiting to go get her TAN ON~]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... Then I do not understand the issue.

[He's driving, woman.]

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Don't worry about it. [She's waiting!]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... I will if I wish to.

[He's slow, okay? He's going as fast as he can!]

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Er, okay.

[...Foot tap.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf.

[... Are you in your room?]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Yes daddy. Waiting with your frog in a shoebox.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Then... he'll knock!]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[And she'll open!]

Hey, Ironhide. Get all the sand out?

[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[A panel on his leg twitches. Some sand falls out. He watches this with interest for a moment, and... holds out a golf club.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela's eyes are drawn to the panel, and it takes everything in her to hold it together. Somehow, even when she's pissy (or getting sand kicked all over her) - Ironhide can make her smile.

Then blink in confusion.]

Did you decide to take up golfing?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He keeps holding the golf club out. It's a three wood. Big, and heavy.]

No. It is a weapon. A... gift.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...You...brought me a golf club?

[Still though, she reaches out to take it. It's a good club!]