44th Transmission - Video

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a brief shot of Ironhide's face.  He looks, as per usual, disgruntled, while he toys with the comm.  Behind him are flashes of piles of objects, ranging from cardboard boxes of what looks like leather, to a neat row of plants in empty bottles.]

...

Need a favor.  Someone.

[That's all he says before the feed clicks off.]

Comments

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

Uh... l-lemme... see...

[heavyweaponsbot]

See what?

[All is still and quiet under the bed. Nothing moves. The lobster sits and waits.

... and then attempts to pinch Xanth's arm when it comes close.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

O-ow ow!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The lobster does not let go, but, instead, hangs on as Xanth pulls it out. It dangles happily from his arm.]

...

Good work.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Just... going to reach over and... pry the lobster off you.]

Hold still.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It takes some doing, but the lobster is soon off! Good job, Xanth!]

... Damaged?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

Um-- not-- not b-bad. Bruised, but no-- no blood.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Bruised?

[He leans forward enough, holding the lobster in one huge hand, to see this bruising.]

Dangerous?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

I-I don't-- think so?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... It has damaged your exterior.

[Thank you, Ironhide, for that riveting assessment of the obvious.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

W-Well, yeah, but uh, I'll-- I'll be fine. N-Nothing to worry about.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He gives him a long look, and then nods.]

Good. I will not worry, then.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

Wh--what about th-the lobster?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Toss it back in the water with the other one, I guess.

[He glances from the squirmy orange thing to the bathtub and back.]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He glances at the boy, and then, pointedly, shoves himself to his feet, his optics narrowed.]

Got it. You are damaged.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

Wh-- but... it-- it's not... not that bad, and-- your leg is worse...

[heavyweaponsbot]

[As he limp-drags himself past the kid, he nudges him with a knuckle.]

Benefit of this form. Shutting down pain receptors.

you so good to him daddybot :3

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

...i-if you say s-so...

Shhh, don't tell anyone.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[A benefit of being huge is his reach. He doesn't need to go too far before he can drop the lobster in the tub.]

I do say so. You do not believe me?

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

W--Well, s-sometimes people... don't... say w-when they're hurting, o-or, don't think th-they're hurt as--as bad as they a-are, or, some-something.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide just stares, blinking. What is that... what is he doing? After a long silence, he snorts, shaking his head.]

You already know me too well, boy.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

W-Well, I just, I-I know people like you, I--I guess.