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✘ tf: prime | smokescreen

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[Smokescreen was having one of those days again. Or maybe it was better to just say he was having one of those existences. He couldn't find his place in Haven and mostly just seemed to annoy everyone.

And then on top of that, there was still a heavy guilt weighing down on his spark over Optimus' fate.

The approaching Earth holiday that he'd been made aware of did nothing to improve his mood so he'd decided just to stay put in Alpha Trion's temple for awhile and just...hide. Yeah, that was about the gist of it.

Didn't mean he wasn't going to check in on people though.]

Everyone alright? Bulkhead? Arcee? Ratchet? You guys are all safe right?

And Kagerou, did you find Kay? I tried to find her but I couldn't track her down and then I ran into Perceptor and Wheeljack and--...she's alright..right?

Just...wanted to let you guys know I'm going to be sticking close to Alpha Trion's temple for a bit. So you don't need to worry about me or anything. And if you need me that's where I'll be.

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And what do you believe that function is, if I may inquire?

[He pauses in what he's doing, leaning against his one undamaged worktable, arms folded.]

I missed the entire wretched venture, so I'll take your word for it.

[Smokescreen's quiet for a moment, glancing away partially before his doorwings give a twitch.]

I really liked what I did with Alpha Trion back in the Hall of Records. Learning about history, keeping track of it all...I could never admit it to myself then but it was really interesting and enjoyable.

[When Smokescreen looks away, Perceptor turns his attention down to a datapad, intending to give the younger 'bot some space, metaphorically speaking.]

There's no shortage of history here, I think. And other forms of research, should that fail.

Yeah that's--this place and all the different individuals here..that's what kind of made me think about it all again, I guess.

[He glances at Perceptor, a sheepish little smile appearing there.]

I guess I've just been... embarrassed, to admit it. Which is dumb, I know.

You should never be ashamed to admit an interest in learning, or in knowledge itself!

If you do, you may as well be certain, obnoxious Wreckers.

[That gets a quiet snicker out of Smokescreen.]

You know, I'd be lying if I didn't say I adored reading mission reports about what the Wreckers did. It was one of my favorite things to do when Alpha Trion was busy with other things.

Well, I'm hardly going to chastise someone of your age and history for having heroes... However, I would caution you to remember that while they may seem worthy of adoration, I've yet to be impressed by their utter lack of common sense.

[This is Perceptor's way of saying he's worried about them being a bad influence on you, Smokes.]

I promise not to turn into carbon copies of them, sir.

[His smirk grows a little bit.]

Wouldn't want to disappoint your or Alpha Trion.

Good. I would hate to see such a thing happen. This world has room for only one Wheeljack.

[He scoffs a little, shaking his head.]

You haven't. Think nothing of it.

[He perks up, just a bit, when Perceptor says that he hasn't disappointed him, the rookie feeling a bit better now at that reassurance.]

Well good. And I wouldn't want to be Wheeljack anyway, as cool as I think he is at times.

You've no idea how reassuring it is to hear that.

[He shakes his head, passing a hand over his face as he surveys the remaining damage.]

... I don't think I can afford two demolished laboratories.

[Glancing around, Smokescreen makes a thoughtful sound.]

To be far, I'd avoid doing this sort of damage if it ever came down to it. I understand how important areas like this are to scientists so I would take the fight elsewhere if I could.

Just saying.

[Perceptor jabs a finger in Smokescreen's direction.]

And that's precisely why you're allowed in here, and he is not.

[He grins, rather pleased that he has permission to be in the labs now because he definitely might sneak in here whenever he needs someplace to just hide away for a bit.

...And because he likes cuddling up to father figures but that's a whole other thing and Perceptor won't get a say in that anyway. It'll just happen.]

Want me to work on cleaning some more? I didn't mean to get us completely side tracked.

[And, chances are good that once everything is replaced and rebuilt... there will be a certain stack of datapads, reserved for a visitor -- all of them geared toward what he knows Smokescreen to be interested in.]

[He just won't say anything about it.]

By all means. I can't leave it this way, certainly.

[And that's what makes Perceptor one of the best dads ever.]

Don't worry, sir, we'll have this place up and running again in no time!

[He gives the other another grin before getting back to work, scooping up some more debris to add to the pile of 'not salvageable', prepared to work as long as possible.

He owes Perceptor that much at least.]

At the rate you're going, I don't doubt that.

[And as Smokescreen bounds off to return to work... the tank briefly rests a hand on his shoulder.]

[Then goes back to his own projects.]

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