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[arnhaid]

I'm gonna go get tanked.

An' maybe hit some scrap. Anybody need me, send a message before you start lookin'.

Probably not gonna be in the mood to chat, anyways.

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[badboybikerbot]

[dad be responsible

give gunmax a minute to steady himself the whole walking thing isn't really working out for him right now

Also he's TRYING to talk but it just comes out as some mumbled nonsense about the broom closet and maybe swear words]

[arnhaid]

[... yeah he feels pretty right about cutting you off.]

[And also without commenting on it, he holds out a hand to rest on his shoulders, to steady him.]

This'a way, kid.

[badboybikerbot]

[Gunmax kinda latches onto Ironhide's arm because falling down doesn't sound that fun right now]

Uh huh, thataway. I got it. I got this.

[arnhaid]

I got you.

[There's almost amusement in his voice. He keeps his hand steady, walking Gunmax thataway.]

[Don't worry, bikerbutt, he won't let you fall on your face.]

[badboybikerbot]

[good because gunmax rather likes his face and doesn't want to smash it into the floor]

Hey.

I wanna ask you somethin'. But I forgot how I was gonna word it.

[arnhaid]

Huh.

Well... just start talkin' and see if it comes back to you, I guess.

[badboybikerbot]

You know that whole thinking thing, tough? It's bein' all.

Hard.

Like if you get hit by lightening or something and it fries some of your circuits. You ever been hit by lightening? Ain't fun.

[arnhaid]

Never been hit by no lightning... Been shot, stabbed. Blown up. Died.

But uh, never lightning.

[badboybikerbot]

Died how!? Why dead!? No! Shut up.

[don't mind drunkmax jabbing you in the chest with a finger okay just roll with it]

Look. Listen.

...I lost it. But you're good, right? Like, you're fine? No zombie?

[arnhaid]

[ Yeah he just rolls with that. Looking at him steadily and shrugging.]

It's complicated. I don't really get it myself... But yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry about it, okay?

[badboybikerbot]

[no gunmax is still stuck on the zombie thing]

-cuz I know a dude from back home who was dead but now he's alive and he's probably not a zombie but sometimes I wonder y'know? He's got this whole grim reaper/demon bird thing goin' on but you got this like, redneck vibe goin' so you're probably not actually a secret zombie...

[ironhide you should have just let him walk home alone okay]

[arnhaid]

.... Does this got anything to do with what you were gonna ask me or are you just gonna keep talkin' about dead scrap?

[badboybikerbot]

I don't even know.

Watch, it's gonna come back to me at the stupidest time.

[arnhaid]

Yeah, scrap like that usually does.

Don't worry about it. Let's just keep walkin'.

[badboybikerbot]

[he mumbles some half-words and stumbles like a champ, BUT HE DOES KEEP WALKING what a trooper]

We there yet?

[arnhaid]

[Yeah he's going to keep his hand on you, Gunmax, you're way too wobbly to trust on your own.]

Not even close.

[badboybikerbot]

[yeah that's probably a good call considering Gunmax can't even figure out which way is up]

Where the hell do I even live...

[arnhaid]

... Y'know, maybe you should just come use my place.

[Since he doesn't know where Gunmax lives either.]

Unless you got a friend who lives closer.

[badboybikerbot]

Uuuuuuuh. Never really asked where nobody's stayin, pops.

[or maybe he did and he just doesn't remember]

[arnhaid]

... Yeah. C'mon. Take you back with me, then.

[badboybikerbot]

Fiiiiiine.

[Gunmax is basically going to be useless the ENTIRE WAY, stumbling every now and then and then giggling about it like a loser.

don't tell anyone about the giggling okay it's not manly.]

[arnhaid]

[That's okay. He's not even going to talk about it.]

[Not to anyone. Hell, he'd carry you if he thought he could get away with it.]

[badboybikerbot]

[seein as gunmax keeps tripping over his own feet that would probably be waaay faster

and noisier]

[arnhaid]

[Yeah, okay, he's not going to waste any more time. He just picks him up over one shoulder.]

[Definitely faster, this way.]

[badboybikerbot]

[AND DEFINITELY BITCHIER

until Gunmax forgets what he was bitching about and just goes limp. OH WELL]