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☕ for our muses to have coffee together

    Ratchet did not find parts of the restoration and recovery following war to come with the best decisions, but then, he did not think many made during war were, either. There was only so much select individuals could do, and most of them were as tired as he was, choosing to make points or objections mainly within their own fields of expertise so their arguments were at their strongest. 

    Some were too tired to object at all, and he truly could not blame them. It was difficult to feel passionate about anything any longer. Numbness and trauma were not easy to escape...

    ... He pushed those distracting thoughts aside for now, gaze lifting from his hands and refocusing on his companion. At least enough time had passed for recreation and dining to resurface, so he could bring Arcee to a cafe, rather than trying (and likely failing) to prepare something better than average himself. 

"You got me!" The young technorganic grins, but she's just a smidge embarrassed that she doesn't know who this bot is— she certainly seems very nice, so she doesn't have her guard up yet.

"Who's been talking about me?" She jokes, extending a hand for a yellowy servo to shake. She's a little bit out of her element when it comes to meeting new bots, but at the very least she feels safe.

qlitcheads said: ❛ physically, yes, i could fight a bird. but emotionally? imagine the toll. ❜

That honestly caught Dot considerably more off-guard than she expected, her head swinging to look up at Twitch before folding her hands across her chest, regarding the Terran with a baffled expression.

"Sweetheart, I promise, no one's gonna ask you to fight any birds."

What in the world would've put such a thought in her head to begin with? She hopes she isn't going to have to monitor tv time again- there hadn't really been any incidents. Not lately, anyway.

    “Wouldn’t be the first time a big, grown bot could not handle the sight of their own internals. As long as you can do a patch job if I’m not around, I don’t particularly care,” the medic returned.

@qlitcheads shanted: cue Sentinel Prime, waving casually to the other mech. @/qlitcheads

             Cue High Tide arching an optic ridge at that and glancing all around the location to see if there was anyone else next to him, before glaring over his own shoulder. No one else. Just Sentinel Prime and the captain in that place. That... may or may not mean the wave was for him, right?