[Semi-open Comment Log]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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 ^^))

Comments

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

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...

[heavyweaponsbot]

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.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He shoves back, harder than before.]

I would appreciate the company.

[... And the firepower.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

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

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

[heavyweaponsbot]

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

Good. Old fool.