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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 Okay, which one of you scrapheaps owns the tentacle abomination that vacations in Cybertron's center?

[Whoever's the owner of the white sedan, your lights are on!]

Got a bit of a bone to pick with ya.


[NICE TO SEE YOU TOO, WHEELJACK.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

You're worried.

[His face practically beams with joy. Dead End, he didn't know you cared~]

[dinnerdate]

[Stop that. Stop reminding him why he liked you so much all those vorns ago.]

I said I wasn't!

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Oh you know he won't.]

But you are.

[dinnerdate]

[He guessed as much.]

No, why would I be?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Well, you know.

We were friends once.

[dinnerdate]

Doesn't mean I care if your aft gets scrapped.







If you survive we should go for drinks...

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Riiight. Course ya don't.




Ya know I'm always up for it, Deads.

[dinnerdate]

When you get back then... If you're not busy or dying.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Then it's settled, yeah?

I'll ring ya up when this is over.

[dinnerdate]

Yeah, just don't die. Kind of need a drinking partner for this.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I've had a good run so far. No luck's needed.

[dinnerdate]

...If you say so.