[Accidental Video] [Backdated to the 22nd]

[kungfugeek]

 [So...that date didn't go as planned, and it's just sinking in now that it was even a date at all. The fact that he'd worked hard to get up the courage to ask, let alone show up...that was enough for his A.I. to handle. But this planet...much like back home, found a way to make that a false hope. Something he'd never really get.  It's a bit of a downer, really.

Enough to make him pout at the junkpile. Why the junkpile? So he could toss things around in his power shovel form if he needed to release his anger externally. This way...no one got hurt. As for right now, though, he's curled up, sitting among a bunch of odds and ends, starting into the distance.]

...

[It'd hurt less if he hadn't arrived her moments after Lua.]


Hate this place.

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[arnhaid]

[The silence is odd. It doesn't strike him as something PJ typically does. He's about to ask about it... but then there are arms around him, and the soldier is caught off-guard.]

[He almost asks about it. But something tells him to think again, and he lets it go, giving PJ's shoulder a quick, appreciative thump with a hand.]

Good. Go make me proud, kid.

[Which he does, soon.]

[And the big guy ends up smirking to himself, watching, proud as anything.]

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[kungfugeek]

[The poor 'bag'. Power Joe seems to be putting his full force into banging the crap out of it. And no sooner than it'd been set up, it was now pretty much begging for the BP's mercy. There's visible dents, it's squashed in some places, and it seems to hand wearily from the post.

Good job, PJ, you just smacked the shit out of an inanimate object.

And it's shown in how he's panting.]

How's...that?

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[arnhaid]

You feel any better?

[From the look on his face, he couldn't be prouder of the way PJ kicked the stuffing out of the 'bag'.]

[Even as they look on, the thing starts listing to one side, groaning pathetically... until it just plain falls over.]

... 'Cause I don't think that thing does.

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[kungfugeek]

[And his head follows the bag, smirking once it seems to topple over. Serves it right for...existing.]

Yeah, I do.


[And he tilts his head up to him, eyes practically glittering. Seriously, he couldn't look any more grateful.]

Thanks, old man...

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[arnhaid]

[He grunts, and reaches out to smack him on the shoulder again. This time in a congratulatory fashion.]

[His fingers squeeze.]

You're a good kid, all right? Pillar scrap aside.

You're good.

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[kungfugeek]

...

You...really think that?


[The smack on the shoulder is met with...stillness, but it's mainly out of shock.]

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[arnhaid]

Well, yeah, kid. Wouldn't say it if I didn't.

[For his part, Ironhide just looks confused. He's not in the habit of saying things he doesn't mean.]

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[kungfugeek]

...Thanks.

[His head dips down, scuffing a foot at the ground.]


It means something, coming from you.

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[arnhaid]

Why's that?

[He almost laughs, but holds it back.]

Just cause I'm old?

[Even though that's not entirely true anymore, but... it made his head hurt trying to figure that one through.]

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[kungfugeek]

...

[It catches him off guard, but there's a small laugh.]

Yep.

[But he leans, pressing his shoulder to the larger bot's, resting his head against it as well.]

Really old.

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[arnhaid]

[He grunts, reaching over to rest a hand on PJ's head. Between his "ears".]

Right then, kid.

Whatever you say.