30th Transmission - Semi-Open

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He had come to a conclusion. A conversation needed to be had. About... certain things. And he needed to do it now, before he lost his nerve.

Unfortunately, Ratchet wasn't in his room. Either of their rooms. Nor was he in the library, or the caves. Or the forest.

... How hard could it possibly be to find one neon Autobot? Especially on this boat?

Eventually, he winds his way up to the top deck, spending a moment staring out over the water, before heading toward the mini-golf course. Maybe the medic would be there.]



((ooc: Aimed at medicalofficer, but people can bump into him on his search if they like.))

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[His intakes hitch slightly, the purr of his engine deepening - He couldn't remember the last time he had been this close to someone, physically, in his natural form.

Their previous 'experiences' had been in human bodies; detached somehow, different. For some reason, the fact that he was in his proper shell made it seem more real in his processor.]

Would you prefer... forceful, or pleasant? [He chuckles, leaning into his hand.]

Or some combination of the two?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[At least they're on equal footing there. The time between his... last experience... was almost too wide a gap to even remember. At least like this.

He decides he likes that sound, and continues to brush his fingers over the paneling, finding a small seam to pick at.]

Never seen you be... forceful. Unless I tried to leave the medbay without your permission...