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(Are you going up for freelance RP, then?)

((Is there still gonna be more from Prime Bee here? :V))

I can't make any for sure promises about that but I am going to try and be more active on both here and my Tyran account. School just has been dumping so much work on my lately it's just-- -ugh.

Hello everyone.

This blog is no longer apart of the Shadow of the Spark group. Just letting you all know. Decisions had to be made and I only wish them all the best with their plot line <3

I'm posting this to just let those know who are following me expecting episode postings or ect because they will no longer be posted here. c:

    Gentle pattering of the youngling's pedes sound off as he walks into the medical bay of the warship. Its darker, less homey atmosphere catches him off guard for only a moment. The purple and red hues reminding him of anything but home. It was still a surprise that the Autobot medical officer did his work in here. 

    But it wasn't like anything scared Ratchet anyway. 

    Gradually coming to a stand still by one of the examination tables, Bumblebee takes a glance around giving a small swipe of the area his brightly coloured frame and optics standing out like a sore thumb against the dark interior. 

     A curious whirl sounds from the scout’s vocalizer at the ring of his communication link. Having been busy with other such things, Bumblebee on lines his com to answer.

     To only squint at the inscription, optics narrowing. 

     He tries to retrieve the users signal to only have it blocked again and again. The use of those words seemed somewhat familiar and that was enough to make the youngling interested as to who the sender may be. Even more so as to why they were asking for a meet and greet. 

     Digitals drum along his yellow sides.