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[Following this conversation, a certain weapons master has stomped out of his room, headed down the halls for a certain neon medic's.

He was just hung up on. He was just hung up on. Why? What was wrong with the medic?

The stingers from the bees were in one hand. If anything, he could make a peace offering. He was fighting with Mikaela off and on, there were too many Decepticons, and now his closest friend just hung up on him.

He reached the door, and pounded on it.]

Open up.

((ooc: Anyone can accost him on his little march down the hallway ^^))

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[As much as it would probably hurt, he almost wished he would get hit. It would be normal.]

... She was irritating me. [Not much of an excuse, but it was an excuse.]

You... [a pause. He wasn't sure what to say.] Yeah. I know. But do you expect me to "take it easy" when there are Decepticon threats around?

[He's used to your bad excuses. You convinced him to ask for a hair dryer for a frog, after all.]

I expect you not to engage unless necessary - That woman is not a Decepticon.

[That was a brilliant idea. You know it.]

... So you will allow me to engage the Decepticons? What of organics who threaten us? Threaten Mikaela? Hmn?

[He can guess the answer - but he just has to ask. Can't repeat this performance, after all.]

[... Brilliant is not the first word that comes to mind.]

If you are looking for my approval, I will not give it, Ironhide. You are perfectly capable of defending yourself, but you are at a disadvantage in this state.

[Which was largely his fault. If he could find a way to complete his damned function, this wouldn't be such an issue.]

Hey.

[He shifted, giving the other's shoulder a shove. He knew that tone.]

My fault I took a missile strike. Their fault they took your tools. Understand me?

[He'd be happy to be a focus of misdirected anger, so long as that was what it was. So long as the medic quit being mad at himself. Which was what he believed was the case.]

And it is my fault that I have been unable to adapt, and repair you before now.

[Even if it meant cooperating with that foolish engineer, Ratchet didn't think he would mind if it meant he could procure something, anything to feel like he was doing something useful.

Being unable to do anything but sit on his aft was frustrating beyond belief, particularly when his closest friend had more weapons than processor.]

Is not. You... doing what you can. Best you can. Just... coping better because I can fight with my hands...

[If he couldn't do that, he'd be lost. He can't... really imagine how Ratchet felt about things. Probably wasn't making it any easier, though, all things given. He gave Ratchet another shove, hoping to get his attention.]

Look. We... we will get you some tools, all right? Somehow. Hate seeing you sulk like this.

This is hardly sulking.

[He reaches out to nudge the other lightly in return, tilting his head slightly at the other.]

I know we will. It is just... frustrating, as you well know, to be unable to properly perform your duty.

Is too. You hung up on me.

[Lightly isn't good enough. He shoves him back, a little harder - shoving matches are good, normal. The boat isn't changing that.]

... Yeah, I know. You are... you holding up... all right? Most part?

[He's not entirely sure what he's asking, or why. He worries the other isn't dealing with this so well, and doesn't know what to do.]

[He shoves back with a soft chuckle. That must have really irked him, to bring it up again.]

I did. Would you have preferred to argue on an open link?

[The question gave him a moment's pause, but he nodded.]

There is no reason to worry. Any of my current troubles... are not anything that can't be fixed. Once I have some working equipment, I will be fine.

[That's better. He smirks, letting Ratchet push him around. It doesn't bother him. To be honest, he likes it.]

Would have preferred warning. That is all.

[A nod of his own.]

Good. Just going to have to work harder to find them, hmn?

Had I warned you, you would have argued.

[The pressure seemed to lift as the mood lightened, and he nudged him again. This was far better than waiting to berated for his actions, even if they had not been the most appropriate.

Not that he intended to back down from his point, but that did not matter for the moment.]

Yes. I believe I will have to speak to that human engineer, no matter how distasteful it may be... Telling him how to do my duty. Honestly...

Yeah, but you would have warned me.

[He gave him another shove, putting a little more weight into it. Berating Ratchet was... weird. It was supposed to be the other way around. Even if the medic was being a fool.]

... You want me to come with you?

[And if this engineer gave his medic any trouble... well. It never hurt to have a little show of force.]

[He shoves back, harder than before.]

I would appreciate the company.

[... And the firepower.]

[He returned the shove, putting most of his weight behind it. Not enough to injure--never enough to do that--just enough to put the medic off balance.]

Coming, then. Just had to ask.

[ And off balance he was, as he swayed slightly. Ratchet was never the most sure-footed of bots. ]

Of course. I know I can count on you.

[Out of habit, he reached out, grabbing hold of Ratchet's shoulder before he fell over.]

Yeah. Even if you are angry with me, hmn?

[ He appreciated it, settling almost immediately in his grip. ]

Yes. Simply because I am angry, does not mean I stop trusting you.

[So maybe his hand lingered a little, after steadying the medic.]

Good. Old fool.

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