13th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There are dragging, scraping sounds as the comm clicks on, and they continue throughout the transmission.]

I require...

[A long pause, as if the next part is physically painful to say.]

... a mechanic. And a drink.

[The comm clicks off there, as the speaker continues hauling his broken old aft toward his quarters.]

Comments

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... Fine.

I will attempt it.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

So will I.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

You... know where I am.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Still want me to come look?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Sound of a shrug.]

It is... your choice.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Then I'll come. You're in your room, right?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. Not moving.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Then I'll uh...see you in a second, okay?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmn.

["Okay".]

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Banging on your door, now~]

[Action!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The door opens when she bangs on it. He's sitting against a wall, looking down at the communicator thing. Silently.]

[Action!]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She pushes it open, then comes in fully and folds her arms.]

Howre you feeling....?

[Action!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs, still staring down at the comm in hand.]

I will survive.

[Action!]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Edging closer, she eyes the comm in his hand.]

Waiting on a call...?

[Action!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs, setting it down.]

No.

[Action!]

[greasemunkygal.livejournal.com]

...Oookay. [She shrugs, then comes closer.] So where do you want me to start?

[Action!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Again, his response is just a shrug. Sulking Autobot is sulky.]

Re: [Action!]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Well, if you're not going to talk to me, there's little sense in me being here. [She huffs, then just turns to go. He wants to act like this, fine.]

[Action!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... [He does not look up.]

Should have known I trusted you to make the choice on your own.

[Action!]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Well, when you're not really speaking to me, it's hard to tell! [She looks frustrated, and she leans on the wall, trying to decide what she's supposed to do.]