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With the bitlets excitedly chittering inside the ‘chest armour of safety’, and Greymatter tucked safe in Trepan’s arms, they were off and ready for the day. Shockwave locked the door behind them to their quite lavish home and the weather outside was simply beautiful. The train station was conveniently located 5 minutes away so all the way there they conversed lovingly, the bits settling in obediently after awhile to rest in a pile, rocked by the steps of Shockwave. It was wonderfully domestic, arriving at the station as they went to check the stops for times and any delays. “Should we get them new books today? Or do you think this morning’s pancake mishaps were something we should discipline a little harder for awhile? It was quite the mess,” Shockwave admits with a sigh. “While I encourage independant learning at times, I wasn’t expecting it to go that far, even if the intention was well meaning.”

Is … Is it hot in here? His frame feels like its on fire.

Shockwave instead nuzzles at his Conjunx’s helm, it’s all he can do to stop the tears for the first time in millennia from falling. “I still own that cacti. It sits at my desk in the lab, carefully kept for a reason I never knew until we hardlined.”

“I would rather keep this one. It’s one of a kind, as the phrase goes.”

Chillest Reaction Award goes to

“…Wait, that Metaphor just went somewhere horrible.”