Jan 20, 2018
“How?”
SIMPLE. MAGIC HAPPENED. IT’S GREAT, RIGHT?
/And at this time, the magic is over! It’s always way too soon./
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“How?”
SIMPLE. MAGIC HAPPENED. IT’S GREAT, RIGHT?
/And at this time, the magic is over! It’s always way too soon./
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@bottledregrets
*The Prime walked into the make shift medbay, knocking on the doorway to alert the medic that he was there. He’d hurt his arm, though it wasn’t anything life threatening, thankfully.* Hey.
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He sighs and looks away for a moment. “I’m…I’m not good with goodbyes and every time I did say it I never got to see that mech again. I…I don’t want to say goodbye to those I hold dear.”
He shifts a bit before looking at his servos. “…my servos…I’m getting old and my servos shake when I work now. If I keep working I may end up injuring a mech more than they were.”
That was understandable, all things considered. Between the war, post-war conflicts, and a few assassination attempts, it was a wonder that he was still alive. And honestly, who was good at goodbyes?
Those I hold dear.
...Could they still be considered friends? Neither of them had really sought out to contact the other, both for personal reasons. He didn’t have the right to be mad in that aspect. Bumblebee didn’t want to feel this bitterness, they’d been friend through the war. Ratchet supported him, believed he could do what nobody else thought he could, and that history was something he wouldn’t turn back on.
By the looks of it, maybe they both needed a new beginning of sorts. Finally allowing himself to smile, he hesitantly rested a servo on the mech’s shoulder.
“...I’m sorry. You can always find something here to do. Shaking and all, you’re still the best medic Cybertron’s seen. I...I’m sorry for snapping before. I’m glad you’re ok.”
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Ah yes, Drift totally knows how to handle the little dings in his head now.
He dings back at it.
Ratchet will be receiving a generic "follow" ping on his comm.
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Wheeljack looked up from where he had been thrown to the floor. The explosion was small at least according to his standards and he was surprised that it had attracted attention. "Hi...Ratchet?"
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"Pharma?"
"Hm?" Pharma cocked an opticridge looking up from his datapad
bottledregrets like for a starter Go deliver a message they said. It would be fast and easy they said. No one mentioned getting shot at, captured, having a hole in her shoulder, and put at the mercy of THE autobot medic. Not a good day, in Honeygold's book. “No point in asking you to let me go, is there, sugar?”
(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ [i have no idea what im doing]
When the collar clicked into place Helex turned glaring at the medic. Letting out a Snarl as he tugged at the collar that was currently around his neck.
"What is the meaning of this?" He growled.