why run when you can fight

                                                                                  whatever doesn’t KILL ME                                                                                 had better start RUNNING

hands u knock out like bread

“Why not? I’m tougher than I look, you know! I might even be able to beat you in the arm wrestle. I’ll bet three cubes I can.”

He is gonna end up throwing this poor child across the room. He’s not entirely sure if he’ll feel bad about the kid getting himself into it.

He rubs his forehelm for a moment, giving the kid a long, careful look. Always a wild card, this one.

Wildbreak cackles gleefully. He’s a rough kid and he loves to play rough. Which is exactly why he knew Breakdown wouldn’t have an issue with his son flinging himself at him.

“Oh, y’know. Hidin’ from Autobots, workin’ with the Stunts. Being a dumb kid n’ all that.”

He gives a hearty laugh, giving his kid a firm squeeze before setting him down on his pedes and scruffing the top of his head gently with his palm. That grin says it all: he’s overjoyed to see the boy.

"NOT LOW ENOUGH." tackles.

Well it’s a noble attempt, anyway. Breakdown is big and hard to knock over, especially by Wildbreak, though he happily catches the poor young mech in a bear hug.

Breakdad is on the case, especially now when he hasn’t seen his son in practically forever.