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cliffjumpcr replied to your post “¦â€¦â€¦â€¦.t-the frag is a no-no square????”
I'll defend you! [Lowers head, horns forward. Scrapes pede along ground.]
Primus, Cliff, don’t kill anyone!
...Do you know what a no-no square is?
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His wings perked as he heard some stomping from behind. Swiveling, he offered a smile to the mech because wow, Cliff was coming in fast and...wait, did he look angry?
“Cliff-OOF!” The remainder of his message descended into incoherent blips. His wings scraped along the ground and were pinned uncomfortably beneath him. He was going to make a joke about their position, but before he could, he suddenly wasn’t looking at Cliffjumper anymore.
He could feel the more delicate metal of his faceplate being bashed in as his helm was whipped side to side. Between the blows came the words and Bumblebee’s optics narrowed in anger. “Abandoned you? Cliffjumper, what the frag?” His servo shot up, blocking the next punch. Simultaneously, he flared his doorwings so the weight of his chassis rested on the tips. Hopefully, it unbalanced Cliffjumper enough to be thrown off. “You left first! For Primus’s sake, stop punching me!”
@cliffjumpcr
A promise was a promise and Cliffjumper certainly delivered.
It had barely been an orn since he was cleared from the medbay. Not for any scouting missions just yet, but at least now he could walk around and do a few light duties like take stock and deliver messages throughout the base. He used to do the latter for fun, used to love zipping about and holding conversations far longer than he should. Not anymore.
The modulator that sat in his throat, nestled to the crumpled remains of his original voice, was finicky at best. It was going to take a lot of getting used to, but at least he could still communicate. But those looks the other bots gave him, the pity and the guilt, he couldn’t take that. It made him feel useless, that he was a lost cause.
But tonight wasn’t about that, tonight was about getting so overcharged that he couldn’t think straight. And by how his systems were reacting, he was on the right track.
“C-Cliff...heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy...” he slurred, sloshing a bit of high grade onto himself. The cube was still half full and, well, there was no denying how much of a lightweight he was. “Remember, remember when...frag I forgot.” He took another large sip, sputtering as it went down his intake. This was probably a really stupid thing to be doing, especially with his throat being as sore as it was, but he just needed to forget for a few breems.
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Wheeljack looked up upon hearing a noise. “Hello?”
