Jul 4, 2017
“I grow WEARY of these visits from HUMANITY, child. I am doubtful that your CREATORS or your AUTOBOTS know of this visit, nor those that GUARD MY DOOR. Is there a REASON for you being HERE? Or have you come to GAWK?”
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“I grow WEARY of these visits from HUMANITY, child. I am doubtful that your CREATORS or your AUTOBOTS know of this visit, nor those that GUARD MY DOOR. Is there a REASON for you being HERE? Or have you come to GAWK?”
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@thenestbrat started following you
“What’s the matter kid, you look like you’ve never seen a girl in a mech suit before.”
@thenestbrat started following you
Great, now he had to watch where he was putting his pedes. He had already buffed himself to perfection, he didn’t want to smear gross, iron-laced blood all over his finish. It would be a pain to get out.
“Ew. Human spawn.”
❝aw, annabelle! they love you, there’s no need to be upset. embrace it! they seem like very fine fathers to me. you should be proud!❞
“What do you call a fake noodle? An Impasta.”
“… Oh my GOD.”
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( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry
( ✉ ) Belle? How did you even manage to text my private messaging system? While drunk?
( ✉ ) You know what? Not important. Where are you?
"Don't worry, you're at least a six. Seven in the proper lighting."
Isaac’s head whipped around, brown eyes narrowed behind his tinted glasses & brow scrunched up in annoyance. This fucking kid was driving him up a wall & he’d never understand why exactly Sam had practically adopted her; a seven, in the proper lighting? Fuck that.
“You listen & you listen good, kid, because I’m only going to say this once,” he said in all of his bravo. “I’m so fucking awesome--a fucking ten at least, an twelve when I clean up. If anybody’s a six around here, it’s Locus & that’s on a good day.”
❛❛ You look like you need a hug. Come here. ❜❜
Sad and Soft {Sentence Starters}
The feeling of grief && regret ebbed through his spark--a reminder of all that was lost && all that would be lost, even with Cybertron hanging in the skies above the planet that he hadn’t quite found reasons to leave yet. There were still those that needed to be found && redirected, && corpses to be gathered then returned to next of kin. Those were his excuses anyway.
Young humans were strange creatures, he’d come to learn, && she was no different--though just as stubborn && sassy as her father. So he crouched before her small form && wordlessly extended a servo, offering it to her for this ridiculous hug idea that had popped into her head. He won’t argue, or point out their obvious size different, as it’d make no different.
Besides, he did feel like a hug would do some good.