Ironhide (
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2009-10-26 12:31 am
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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 ^^))
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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...What did he do? [She missed this.]
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He will not allow me to spar with a human. We... argued.
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Why doesn't he want you to spar with a human?
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That is what I would like to know.
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[She just cares, Ironhide.]
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[He doesn't see anything wrong with this. He's made of metal. Organics go squish.]
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We...just don't want you hurt more, is all.
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[rolls his shoulders, glowering at her.]
I will heal.
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Your chest is still all messed up.