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[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 ^^))

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He could not believe the density of that fool's head.

First, attempting to spar that metal female when he still had been unable to patch his previous wound. He had been distracted from his hunt for tools, however, it wasn't as though they were common supplies... Cutters capable of actually working with Ironhide's armor were few and far between.

He growled to himself as he put the communicator away, expecting a currently unwanted visitor to show up momentarily. He had half a mind to ignore the sound at the door.

Needed protecting. Honestly.]

It is not locked.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela could never miss that stomping. It was to identifiable. She opened her door and peeked out, and saw what she'd expected. Ironhide looked pretty pissed, and she had half a mind to slink back into her room and just lock the door, but she didn't have the heart to do that.]

...'Hide?