For the Future of Cybertron

… should he tell him now?

Remember this if you have to plan this mech’s funeral prowl. He will return from the grave again if he hears even one sob.

This is concerning on a new level. Twin sparks rarely exist unless created when a spark splits at creation. Not because two identical ones of the same mech exist. This is far more confusing than two bots with the same frame mold.

“…”

After the quick kiss to her forehead her smiles quickly morphs into an unfitting glare, and while keeping one servo hooked around the older one’s neck, she jabs a pointed digit at his chassis.

“You are never allowed to disappear on one of your old mech holidays-or what ever it was you called it-again!” A very hypocritical thing for her to say, considering she too had been away for quite some time. Taking part in several races, tours, sponsor meetings, and generally trying to get her racing career off the ground.

Both of them had been far too busy to take a moment and comm.link the other.

“I am sorry, Lickety Split.” He frowns- as usual- and takes her smaller servo in his own. “Had I known my work would take so many cycles, I would have left with more notice. A colony, off of the planet, sought guidance and the council sent me... I had thought it would be a brief trip..”

He sighs softly. It had not been a difficult mission... But for an old Mech who has not left his dojo in many a stellar cycle... It had been taxing. Not that he will ever let that keep him down. 

An orange motor-trike driving at a dangerous 210 miles per hour, all but bursts through the gates of the dojo and makes a bee line for the black and white ninja master. Transforming in mid air she throws herself at the unsuspected mech.

“Yes. I am back.”

His servos pull her tightly to his chest plate as his helm rests on hers briefly before he places a gentle kiss there instead. He generally doesn’t allow himself attachments to bots or possessions but... This will be an exception.