Reviver hummed softly as she set the table, though the sound was warbly and unsure. She had spoken to Kup plenty of times, but a sit-down dinner? It was a lot. She looked to Rodimus nervously, her blue eyes wide.

Of course Rodimus is instantly curious what his dad was up to.

He’s going to walk up next to him and sit by him. 

When Rodimus woke, he felt like he had been asleep for years. And to his credit-- he had nearly been put in a forced stasis for some time. The degree of his damage had been extensive, requiring surgery and supervision to ensure he would still be able to function. 

Once Rodimus’ optics blinked brighter and his awareness came seeping in, he remembered. He remembered being attacked. He remembered ordering his team to retreat. 

He remembered being infected. 

“You know…you’d think after a coupl'a thousand years humans would learn better insults-” Kup just removes his cygar and flicks the end of it sending a canister flying past the human and clicking another into it before popping it back between his denta, “this planet keeps repeating itself and not for the better.”

The old cogger smirked down at the salt haired grimace with legs, “c'mon you gotta have better then that,”

“That was more of a demand than an insult.” 

@cygars-and-rust​

*CoUgH*

He barely caught that but it still splattered everywhere.