*Slaps down adoption papers and walks away* 

Kup waited patiently for the little yellow protable-com to ring, when he heard the click of it being picked up he muttered, "hey..doc This is kinda embarrassing. I'm outside my hab suite... I eh.. I can't get up"

Kup pushed the drunk mech over who just busted up in a fit of laughter. The old mech shook his helm then started at another story, midway through he froze seeing a familiar face in the back or the bar and he jumped down ignoring the calls after him. The old mech crossed his arms and smiled down, "been a while since I saw you last," he spoke softly to Rung,

(G1)

Kup was sitting out by himself watching the sunset on earth. The old mech reached up to rub at his neck pressing his lips together. He always felt old but today it weighed like a blanket.

He had snapped at Hotrod and Optimus earlier and the guilt was settling in.

Sunsets were one of the things Earth did better than Cybertron, in Bumblebee’s opinion. While some of his friends didn’t see the appeal, the minibot insisted on watching it as often as possible.

The fact that someone else was already in his usual spot wasn’t unusual, though Bumblebee was surprised by just who it was.

Sideswipes audio fins perked up as his attention went from sharpening his blades to the sudden voice. The silver mech let out a chuckle as he sheathed his weapons.

"Not illegal if you don't get caught"

The first thought he had was ‘What is up with Autobots putting themselves in danger all the time?’.

The second thought was a flurry of rage that had him bringing his guns to the fore and tossing one of his more sturdy turrets at his side for extra protection. Moving so he could place Kup behind him, he didn’t bother to take careful aim like he normally would. It would use a few more bullets than normal, but he could handle the cost if it meant making sure this was over with quickly.

“Call a medic!” Deadlock snarled angrily.