A small sparkling toddled up to the mnemosurgeon, suckling on his servo and blinking up into yellow optics. Had this mech seen his carrier? "Bah?" he gurgled, muffled against his hand before taking it away from his mouth and babbling animately up at the adult while making wide gestures with his arms and servos. *Have you seen my carrier? He was over there but I went exploring and then he wasn't!* The little one tried to convey his message in sparkling chatter.
Strange shit happened to Trepan all the time. From psychotic patients to rambling weirdos on the street, it never really seemed to end.
Now it seemed that today would not be an exception to that rule.
When the sparkling had approached, Trepan had been taking a break from his evening jog, resting on a bench outside of a medium sized crystal garden that he liked to frequent. He hadn’t even noticed the small thing until it approached, and when it did the surgeon gave a small start.
Oh Primus...
“Erm....” Trepan shifted uncomfortably, looking around for any other mech in the area at all and seeing none.
Slag
“....Um....hi there...?” Didn’t look like this one was in the speaking stages yet. Just like Trepan’s luck.
