audio - locked to ratchet

[primest]

[this is embarrassing. painful, too. but mostly embarrassing.]

Can you- uh. Meet me somewhere. I... need help with something. Again.

[you'll have to forgive him for being so vague and snippy. having your hands forcibly torn off does that to a mech.

happy valentine's day.]


audio - locked to blurr, forward dated by a day or so

I'm gonna need a few days off.

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ACTION IT UP YO

[primest]

Sure, whatever.

[his door'll be open and he'll be sitting cross legged on his berth when blurr gets to his room.]

ACTION wooo /o/

[raceme]

[Blurr is carrying a ton of cubes and he's glad that the door's open because he can't even see.] Sentinel could you give me a han...ohImsorrynevermind.

YOU GODDAMN

[primest]

[if anything was in his immediate grabbing radius then it would've been thrown at you for that, blurr.]

Yeah, funny. Just put them wherever.

8D sorry oh so sorry

[raceme]

O-okay [He didn't do it on purpose! He's moving to the nearest flat surface so he can put those down. He grabs one before turning to look at Sentinel. Blurr can't help but stare at the hooks.]

I thought that Ratchet fixed you.

[primest]

[there's a very obvious optic twitch. woops.]

Fixed as in, I won't be bleeding out through my wrists any time soon. He's going to have to build new hands from scratch.

[...at least the staring isn't bothering him?]

[raceme]

AhIsee. He's a great medic, I'm sure those will be doen in no time. [Blurr walks next to sentinel and holds out a cute, feeling rather awkward.] Can you hold it or...?

[He can feed you if needed, bro.]

[primest]

[look at this scowl motherfucker LOOK AT IT.

it takes both hands, but he can hold it himself.]

Has there been any updates on his activities?

[raceme]

[Ey don't be an afthole. He's trying to help, he's just not sure what to do. Blurr sits next to the bigger mech, trying to ignore the angry stare.]

No, not yet. Can you tell when where were you when this happened or you don't want to talk about it now?

[primest]

[he's always an ass. hopefully that glare is burning through your face.]

In one of the hallways of this temple. He's quiet despite his size, you might want to talk note of that.

[raceme]

[True, he is and thus Blurr is used to his death glares. Ha ha, they have no effect on him most of the time. Still, you stop that.]

We are going to have a Police Force meeting once McCrane is feeling better, some things need to be discussed. Hopefully we will be able to take action against these sort of uncontrollable individuals more quickly. [He puts his hand on Sentinel’s back, a bit awkwardly, but trying to be comforting.]

Are you really okay? I mean, I can see the obvious problem with your hands but you know what I mean. [He knows very well how scary and traumatizing SG Ratchet can be.]

[primest]

I can deal.

[he wasn't really even conscious for most of it SO he's not lying that much....]

[raceme]

You don't have to deal with it alone.

[Blurr knows that Sentinel will most likely ignore his offer of help but he still makes it. And he will keep making it.]

[primest]

I know.

[but he always has, and always will.] I'll tell you if I want anything.

[rejecting blurr's offer outright will only make him try to force it.]

[raceme]

[8’(]

…fine. [If he sounds disappointed it’s because he’s worried and not because he doesn’t think you don’t trust him enough.]

Can I do anything else for you?

the legendary tsun in action

[primest]

[fffff--

the only way he can think to respond to that is to pull blurr into a bear hug.

he's not sure if he did it to convince blurr he'd take up the offer, or because he just really needed one.]

What a lovely Kodak moment

[raceme]

[Blurr was expecting all sort of reactions but a hug wasn't one of them. It takes him a few seconds to process it but then he relaxes in the embrace and hugs Sentinel back.

What a big mech he is in comparison.]

TELL NO ONE ABOUT THIS

[primest]

[enjoy it while it lasts, because it's probably less than a minute.]

/TELLS EVERYONE/ WHATCHA GONNA DO?

[raceme]

[Oh no mister, Blurr's not letting you go so easily. He leans in, so there.]

be really disappointed B(

[primest]

[SIGH.

pat pat.]

noooo ;w; sorry bro

[raceme]

[He finally pulls away, but only a bit. He won't say much about the hug because he's not sure how Sentinel will react anymore.] Are you..hm..still thirsty?

B( B( B(

[primest]

No.

[like HELL hes getting rat-ass drunk around other people.]

...Thank you, though.

/sends flowers

[raceme]

Okay.

[But that otehr people is Blurr. He runs a bar, he's seen everyone drunk.]

You worried me, you know. Seems like a lot of bad things happened to you recently.

throws them out B(

[primest]

I know.

[nonchalant shrug.] I'm Prime, I can deal with it.

/Is heartbroken

[raceme]

Oh, sorry mr. Prime. I should have known. [He nudges Sentinel's side in a friendly way.] My bad. Do you want me to bring you some movies or something to read while you rest?

[primest]

[nope he doesn't really do friendly so he's back to death glaring.]

No.