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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[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.]
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I would appreciate the company.
[... And the firepower.]
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Coming, then. Just had to ask.
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Of course. I know I can count on you.
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Yeah. Even if you are angry with me, hmn?
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Yes. Simply because I am angry, does not mean I stop trusting you.
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Good. Old fool.