video || perceptor's lab

[sciencetank]

[The camera bounces, like someone knocked into it by accident -- and given who this is, that's entirely possible. It's Perceptor, peering through a scope, into a beaker of pink fluid.]

[He looks ragged. Haggard. Someone hasn't slept in days. Maybe longer.]

[He keeps right on adjusting things, staring into the beaker for a long, long while. Finally, he pushes it away, still staring at it.]

... it's done.

[He blinks several times, and drags his hands over his face.]

I've finished. A... perfectly viable sample of... [He squints at it.] Synthetic energon. No thanks to constant interruptions...

Now then.

[One hand fumbles around, feeling awkwardly for the Link, while he props himself up on the other.]

Test subjects?

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[Action]

[shutupndrive]

In an actual room, dad.

[It does make sense but still!]

Good. Glad you're seeing things my way.

[Action]

[sciencetank]

A lab is, technically, an actual room.

[He'll just. Let himself be shoved off. Fatigue gets the best of even the brightest minds.]

[Action]

[shutupndrive]

Okay, but it's not someplace you should be sleeping, dad. Because you get distracted by science-y things like crazy so you're constantly surrounded by distractions in there.

[SMokescreen guides the other through the hallways, heading for his room so the other can rest. When they get there he tugs the door open and doesn't hesitate to push the other inside, promptly shutting the door once he's in.]

Now, go recharge.

[Action]

[sciencetank]

I don't get distracted, I find things requiring my attention. There's a significant difference between the two.

[He keeps up a stream of muttering along those lines, even when Smokescreen somehow gets him shoved into the room.]

[And then it's a strangled noise of protest.]

I think you have this "guardian" business backward, you know!

[Action]

[shutupndrive]

Hey! If you're going to be a proper guardian for me, someone's got to make sure you're okay and that's where I come in, dad.

[He points towards the berth then, the other hand on his hip.]

Now go.

[Action]

[sciencetank]

I am all right, I know how to manage myself.

[He just throws up his hands, stomping his way over to the berth.]

Very well, I said.

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[shutupndrive]

[As the other stomps over to the berth, Smokescreen hides a grin and a laugh, doorwings quivering as he does so, hands resting on his hips.]

Rest well, dad.