accidental video

[primest]

[good morning, haven. did you want sentinel screaming obsceneties at this ungodly hour of the morning?

too bad, because he woke up with all his paint stripped off, and he is not happy in the least.]

Are you FRAGGING KIDDING ME?!

[as you can see, he's perfectly capable of orginizing his thoughts about the matter in a coherent way.

looks like the paralyzer blackarachnia used on him hasn't entirely worn off, either. he tries to get off his berth and fell right on his face, down off the screen. graceful as ever, the swearing continues off screen for a few minutes. he also might've fired off the gun he has in his arm a few times.

...and hit himself in the face with the recoil. again. this really isn't his day.]

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[neededthat]

I'm more than willing to deal with it.

[He says as he puts his laser down. Ratchet takes his fingers carefully and lays them flat on the table as the metal and mesh cool.]

I wouldn't expect anything less from those of whom wish to help their teammates, friends, or even family.

[primest]

Maybe. Most of it is pure idiocy, though. Like, they don't even call for backup and try to talk down someone who's blind with rage.

[IDIOTS, ALL OF YOU.]

[neededthat]

[Ratchet takes a moment to glare up at him.]

What would you do if one of your friends was going stir crazy hm? Would you take your time, calling in for back up, and wait for them to reply, while the situation grows worse?

[primest]

...Yes?

[it's a no brainer for him. then again sentinel doesn't really have any friends he'd do that for. except optimus but optimus isn't here SO.]

Or, I don't know. Enjoy explaining to them when they come around why they're covered in energon and killed a few people.

[neededthat]

[Ratchet frowns tightly but takes his hand again, curling them carefully into a fist.]

Does that hurt at all?

[primest]

[he may have been distracted reading something on his device.]

Wh-- oh. No.

[neededthat]

[Another frown and he takes up his hand, off the table and rolls it away, standing up. He rolls his own chair over to a table to write down some notes.]

You're free to go. [Ratchet says partially over his shoulder.]

[primest]

Great.

Uh. Thanks.

[OLLIES OUTTIE LIKE THE TSUNBOT HE IS]