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No pressure, kiddo. If you want, I'm at Liege Maximo's temple. If that's too far, I'd rather you be safe and stay put, yeah?

Oh you're not far at all, I live here too. It'd have been more difficult if you were outside.

Eh, stop by if you want, then.

[That's a yes in his backwards logic.]

Very well, I will!

[He hopes very, very much that he doesn't somehow get crushed.

Slowly the stitchpunk creeps out of his room and glances down the halls nervously. No Starscream as far as he can tell... but still being out here makes him uneasy. He wishes he had things to hide behind.

Hmm...

Perhaps he can make his own cover. When he has the time he decides he will place things along the hallways so he could hide if a robot walks by, they're all too big to notice tiny out-of-place things. He'll do that later of course, right now he has somewhere to be.

It takes him about five minutes of uneasy scuttling through the halls to reach his destination. At the first sight of the paralysed robot Four wants to flee, but he manages to force himself to move forwards.

Gunmax may feel some tiny feet running up his leg. How will he know when Four is there? Well a tiny face pops into sight out of nowhere and little hands press against the robot's glasses. Fascinating!]

[Annoyed as heck as he is, fortunately he doesn't take it out on Four on the network. No, he's just... really ticked at Blurr right now.

So even when the kid arrives, hands on his sunglasses, he just kind of stares at him.]

Uh. Hey.

[To Four, being as small as he is, being this close a robot when they talk feels like a mini earthquake. Far from frightening him, he can't help but smile. Gunmax really is paralysed, which means he can examine him up close until his comrades decide to free him. Four isn't here for opportunistic reasons, of course not what do you take him for.

Personal space be damned. Four ducks under the glasses and at the eyes underneath. His own optics flicker and whir as he taps the metal skin and tries to peer into the depths of Gunmax's eyes. He's cataloguing everything, so his eyes are like little flashlights.]

H-hey!

[Now this is getting a bit personal. Gunmax had been thoroughly embarrassed to not have his shades for as long as he did, and it'd been flustering that Deckerd liked him without his glasses so much.

So yeah, this is kind of awkward.]

This space is occupied, kid.

[Yes, it is indeed occupied.

Four doesn't see the point you're trying to make.

But he does note the tone and back off a little. His hands clasped together and he takes a few steps away so he can see Gunmax's whole body. Four is used to being surrounded by things much much bigger than he is, but he'll always be in awe of these robots. They're nothing like the machines back home... it's so fascinating and terrifying at the same time.

Oh he's trying to look apologetic.

He's not really all that sorry, so he might be failing here.]

Nosy little guy, aren't you.

So, what? Do you not speak? You can only write?

[Four shakes his head and shrugs. No he doesn't speak and he doesn't really care to. On the other hand he can read and write in several different languages, he's even trying to figure out Cybertronian.

Oh are those the offending handcuffs?

Abandoning the 'conversation', Four scuttles down Gunmax's arms and balances on the stasis cuffs. Hm, interesting. He knows there's no way he can get them off, so he decides to instead examine them and wonder to himself how they work.]

Fine, have your fun. So much for company.

If you figure out how to take those apart, I wouldn't say no.

[He's here, doesn't that count as company?

Four glances at him somewhat uneasily. He can't take them apart, he doesn't know enough about technology to be able to. And even if he did, would he? After all, his last encounter with an unbound robot ended terribly. He's safe for sure as long as Gunmax has these on.

But he supposes he can somehow entertain the giant while he's here. Or at least get some answers.

Leaving the stasis cuffs alone, he walks back over towards Gunmax's face and sits down a short distance from his nose. Tilting his head back, light shines brightly from his optics and suddenly there's a black-and-white projection playing on Gunmax's glasses. It's not a movie, instead it's a Four POV shot of the stasis cuffs.

While they have the time, perhaps Gunmax can tell him how those got to be there.]

Uh...

[Gunmax doesn't immediately understand, but eventually he figures out what Four is asking.]

...I was going to go and deal with a criminal. Blurr didn't like my method and put these on me. Now I can't move at all, except. You know, talk.

[Deal with a criminal? The projection ceases as Four quickly scrolls through his memory, wondering if...

Is this the guy?

Four projects this over Gunmax's glasses again, complete with audio. Which is odd since Four clearly can't talk on a regular day.]

...Yes, him. His name is Prism and he's very dangerous and real annoying, to boot.

[Four ends the projection and tilts his head worriedly at him. Are they really all in danger?]

Look, I mean it. He already messed with three mechs. You probably just got by because you're... well, you're wee.

[That's worrisome. Four fidgets for a moment before showing Gunmax a picture of Blurr. Why is Blurr so concerned about a criminal? Wouldn't it be easier to just kill him and be done?]

Prism claims he set up explosives in people. I don't know if it's true.

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