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@etiterum
Well, Megatron would be greeted with most of the room intact, though the area set aside for sleeping is rather tiny. The rest has been turned into a makeshift workshop and Hotshot is busy trying to reattach his dominant arm at the elbow.
“AHEM. THAT WAS MY DOOR--”
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Cyclonus: "Would you like some company? I am not much for conversations, but I do know how it feels to be alone."
The doorwinger looks up, giving a small smile. "Company would be nice. We don't really need to talk but... being alone with my thoughts isn't fun." He admitted, a hand idly stroking his swollen stomach.
"Hotshot!" First Aid was holding a movie in his hands. "I'm thinking about having a movie night. You want to join me?" @first-to-aid
Hotshot wasn't expecting anyone at his door, so when he heard First Aid? Scrap. How could he forget that he knew the mech? Stupid processor issues.
"Movie night?" He asks, poking his helm out the door.
(@rxng) There's a loud noise from outside, sounding rather like someone tripping on something or crashing into a wall. Moments later, someone chimes the doorbell.
Hotshot jerks at the sound of clattering, rushing up from his spot on the floor to go to the door. As he opens it, it's clear he hasn't done much to turn his room turned workshop back into a proper berthroom, and probably just needs to move elsewhere entirely. But he's standing there, confused, with an aluminum chew hanging out of his mouth.
"...Rung?"
Thunk, thunk, thunk, goes his helm on the wall.
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He knew his helm had been peaceful for far too long... things were going so well. He was making friends, he had two carries--the insecticons ready to emerge any day now... things were almost peaceful.
But then the pain started, that horrible, searing pain in his helm, that pain that told him to try to purge as much information into the backup drive as he could--but of course things would still get lost. He could write all he wanted to about mecha he knew, but the feelings that came with it? Those couldn’t be translated.
He screamed as he drove digits into his helm while the firewall ate, and ate, and ate away his life, the bit of sanctuary he’d managed to work up, and then he’s out cold in his room until his processor resets and allows him to wake.
Are you carrying insecticon sparklings?
That was a good question. He barely remembered the night before.. idly he thought something unexpected had happened and he certainly felt weighty enough. "....maybe?" He's just as confused as you greyface.
Being alone for such a big holiday really took a lot out of the breeder. He ached for companionship that he'd never achieve, and while he'd visited two mecha, it was short lived and he was alone again..
So here he is, staring at the ceiling, trying to stay out of his helm..
