32nd Transmission -- Forward-Dated just a few hours

[heavyweaponsbot]

[An accidental transmission, this time. Silence at first. Is it recording from the site of the downed ceiling?

... Judging from the sudden gasp of air through intake cycles, no, it's not. There's no slow wakening when you're an Autobot. Everything comes back online at once. And you lie there, staring at the ceiling, trying to get your bearings.]


Where...? Oh.

[Metal creaks, and he groans, deciding against moving for the moment.]

What happened?



((ooc: So. What do you lose when you're a giant robot who wears no clothing? Or carries possessions? Either way, he's back in his room. Bracing himself for scolding.))

Comments

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'll try, too.

[She reaches to give him a hug again.]

I know you will.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just sort of freezes up. What is this. What is she doing.]

Uh. Yeah. 'Course I will.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Giving him hugs :3 She realizes this is not exactly his thing, which is why she doesn't drag it out.]

Glad.

[She gives him a pat.]

I'll...see you around, then. [She doesn't want to stick around and bother him.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs, shifting around.]

You... can stay if you... need to.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'll just...stay for a little while. If that's okay with you.