[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.]

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


Hate this place.

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[kungfugeek]

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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]

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[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.