6th Transmission / Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

Ratchet...

Found what we needed.  Care of a... social gathering.  Do not ask, I do not want to discuss it.



You still worked up over that organic? 

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

M'not gonna go anywhere.

[Now you can understand what he finds so fascinating! Isn't it interesting, the study of the various moving parts of the servos?]

Mm.

[After a moment's pause, he shifts to lean over the weapons master, trying to get a better view of the damage. Of course, with overcharged systems, what should have been a simple task suddently seemed several times more complex than it should have been. It was everything he could do not to poke at the cracked metal of his optic ridge.

He leaned in even closer, squinting as he attempted to examine it. This was all very interesting, but his processor could not quite fathom was was actually wrong with it.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah... 'Cause m'watching you. Watchin' y'back. Always gonna be.

[More interested in it because it's so different. Not at all like his. Smaller, brighter... and all the fingers work.]

Huh?

[There's a face suddenly very close to his. He almost pulls away. But this is is friend. What's there to be afraid of? To back off of? There was a reason. A very good reason. But he can't remember it right now. All the energon in his systems is making it very hard to remember much of anything...

And besides... having him so close feels... right.]

Hi.

[He lets go of the interesting hand... if only to focus on a more interesting object. And he pats the bleary, neon face above him.]

Hi.

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Makes it easier... f'r me to watch yours. Got you close already.

[He was still attempting to decipher what it was that he was looking for when he felt Ironhide's hand on his faceplates. Hm. Well, that made this process more...

He wanted to say difficult, but the combination of the proximity, his hand; 'difficult' did not sound right for the situation.

Blinking as he attempted yet again to collect his wits, overcharged and dully aware as he was, the medic leaned against Ironhide's hand, trying to peer over it at the damaged optic.]

Hi.