Ironhide (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2010-11-09 02:50 pm
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2010-11-09 02:50 pm
64th Transmission - Text
Weapons are back. My cannons remained... Going to test them topside.
Need some work done. On my armor.
[And that's all there is. There is a lot he doesn't say, a lot he hopes is going to be understood by those close to him. That if anyone needs him, they know where to find him. That he needs to do something, even now, when he doesn't think it'll do any good.
And that he needs to see someone in particular. Even if he still can't say it.]
Need some work done. On my armor.
[And that's all there is. There is a lot he doesn't say, a lot he hopes is going to be understood by those close to him. That if anyone needs him, they know where to find him. That he needs to do something, even now, when he doesn't think it'll do any good.
And that he needs to see someone in particular. Even if he still can't say it.]
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... I do not believe that.
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Uh huh.
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He grins innocently.]
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He hops down from the statue and pads over closer to Ironhide to watch.]
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You should not be so close to the blasts.
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Oh.
He can read between the lines, it's just that usually he's too much of an attention whore to acknowledge that someone wants him to leave. But this time, he thinks he gets it.]
'Kay. Have fun and stuff.
[And in a blink he's darted back down the stairs to see if he can find a brother to hassle.]
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Wait--
[But it's too late. He'd only meant to keep Mike out of the way of potential danger.]
... all right.
[He doesn't bother trying to shoot anymore. It feels like something is sitting on his spark, while he stands there, suddenly feeling more alone than ever.]