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     [✴️] “Whaddya want, short stuff?”

  Came the amused response from down the hall as the old mech peered back at her from the entrance to his workshop. He’d been wondering when she’d get back from her mission. A small smile settled into place on his faceplates, arms crossed and a mischievous glint in his optic.

     [✴️] “Ya come jus’ ta yell at me? Yer lucky I can’t be angry at tha’ cute l’l face.”

She turned at the sound of his voice, and a grin spreading on her face when she saw her uncle. 

“Why w’uld I come t’yell at ya’ ‘ncle?”

The blonde questioned, crossing her arms and raising a brow.

“’ave ya’ been gettin’ int’a tr’uble?”

She was too familiar with the angry noises that started up right before bad things happened. So once Black Death started growling unhappily, she let out a string of curse words before sliding under the kitchen table and flipping it over to make a shield for herself. The one time she forgets to clean him before she started making coffee, he overreacts.

“T’e ‘ell is wrong wit’ ya’ t’day?!” Mack yelled over the commotion of coffee beans ricocheting off of the surrounding area. She’d assume the other bots in the room were growing rather impatient as well. 

“’m sorry I f’rgot t’clean ya’! But compared t’ot’ers- ‘m innocent!” The blonde pleaded, trying to beg for mercy.

Have a short blondie poke her head around the corner, eyes wandering around looking for a certain bot. She hadn’t seen said certain bot since she had returned from her latest mission, and she was rather huffy about it.

“Uncle ‘ide?!” She yelled, voice echoing around the hangar. It was way too quiet for this building to be her uncle’s.

“Try Laurens or Huli. Probably worked too late.”

“Whoever rinne an déantóir caife feargach arís, tá mé ag dul go dtí tinn an cumascóir leon ort.”

“Oh yes, decorations are popping up everywhere now. I can’t wait to see the lights that are synched to music,” Shade mused, antennae flicking. 

“I’m doing fine hun. Just can’t believe my birthday is next month,” the femme coughed with a grin. “I’m getting so old.”

“Yeah, as long as they’re synched in time.” She grumbled. As a musician, rhythmic timing was big to her. Nothing irked her more than seeing nice lights so wrongly timed. The cough Shadow emitted caused her heart to drop a little, her mind drifting to the fact her adopted mother might end up not out-living her. The blonde ignored the thought quickly, and continued speaking.

“Meanwhile I’ll be turning twenty-two in three months.” Mack responded, playfully flipping her hair in a show-off manner. She laughed, making it obvious she was joking.

“At least I think anyways. With all the missions happening lately, I haven’t had time to keep track of days.”

Shadow Stalker..may or may not have fallen asleep around new recruits, and awoken to her audio antennae being strung up in Christmas lights. When she sees her daughter though, she’s nothing but smiles.

“Ya don’t say?”

A soft laugh left the blonde as she mentally noted the lights, and smiled back to her mother.

“I mean ‘ts just a guess. ‘m startin’ t’see some decorati’ns.” She responded, crossing her arms with an amused facial expression. Tilting her head a bit, a slightly concerned look showed in her eyes.

“Ya’ doin’ okay, mama?”