Crashman paces back and forth

He’s now wondering why this hadn’t been brought to attention sooner, if Quick was allegedly under punishment, but he’ll figure that out later. He’s more concerned with trying to pinpoint a reason their brother was stone cold on the ground rather than running around taunting him or over-babying Crash like the annoying little brat he could be.

"Metal, help me pick him up, damnit!"

"Ah— My apologies." He obliges, kneeling down to scoop up Quick and heft him over his shoulder. He’s about to tell Crash not to worry, that he’ll bring Quick to Flash right away and this would all be over soon… But Crash’s next conclusion causes his eyes to narrow and glint dangerously, voice a low growl.

Quick and Crash might dislike Shadow Man, but Metal has grown very fond of him.

"No." He responded. "I'm still suspicious of him, but fine, I'll wait until Quick wakes up!" He started pushing against Metal's back with his arms. "Now c'mon, let's go! Stop taking so long!"

Eventually, Crash and Metal would stumble across a certain speedster face down in the dirt; He’d been there so long he’s cold to the touch, and it seemed he’d been collecting dust…

"..."

His mouth hung open as he looked on in silence, finally moving after the short delay. He knelt down next to Quick, attempting to lift him up-- despite how difficult that was to do with drills.

"Quick?!" Crash asked, looking at his closest brother in concern. By that point he realized that Quick was offline, and his processor frantically attempted to find a reason why Quick was offline in the first place.

"Metal, help me pick him up, damnit!" He snapped, turning to Metalman. Who the hell could have sent Quick offline--?!

"........."

Crashman paused.

With the help of Quick's distrust of a certain 'bot (and Crash following Quick in that belief, partially because he listened to Quick but also for his own personal reasons), Crash came to a conclusion. The wrong one, but he didn't know that.

Soprano’s hands clenched a little when Casey said someone was making fun of his lack of hands again. He thought he had spoken to the school about this before, and he was getting tried of the lack of action being taken to stop it. That wasn’t the worst of it, however; Casey may have gotten violent, but he didn’t instigate this fight, apparently, and Soprano knew a thing or two about violent school districts. If this wasn’t resolved, he was going to take his brother out of this school and find a better alternative for him. Casey was not going to go through what he did.

He nodded only slightly at what Soprano said, shrugging his shoulders. "Dunno. I don't think so." His voice cracked again as he tried to choke back a sob. After a few seconds, he changed his answer. "My lip's tingling. Everythin'...Everythin' else is pretty sore..."

He rubbed his face onto his sleeve in order to try and dry his tears. His eyes were starting to get puffy and red, and he kicked the floor. "It's not gonna be fine. Every single time they tell me what I don't have and it sucks. I hate them."

hairbowsandbullets:

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

"You. Me. Cuddle. Now."

"Don’t move, I just got comfy."

"I’m scared, hold me!"

"I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?"

"Tickle war has been declared!"

"Bunny pyjamas, really?"

"I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place."

"Come on, just one bite."

"How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”

"I never imagined you were so… ticklish."

"You’re so huggable."

"You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them."