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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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[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]

[arnhaid]

[Yep, it's just easier this way, kiddo.]

[Don't worry, he'll get you into his place in the Megatronus temple.]

[badboybikerbot]

[see the funny thing is gunmax literally probably lives like right down the hall or something, he just never stays at the temple because it's creepy

BUT FUCK IT

he's also knocking on irondad's idk buttplate]

Hey.

[arnhaid]

[He adjusts him on his shoulder, so he doesn't knock on his butt anymore okay.]

Yeah?

[badboybikerbot]

[good because knocking on your butt is weird]

Y'think he'll come back?

[arnhaid]

... yeah, kid.

'Cause he didn't disappear. He went off on purpose. That's better.

[badboybikerbot]

He better.

Soon as he does, I'm gonna knock his dumb idiot face in! What an asshole. I'm pissed off that this is pissing me off!

[feelings are hard ok

Done ranting, Gunmax just flops again. uuugh ranting is hard work.]

[arnhaid]

Yeah. It ain't good. It... really ain't good.

But it's better than him just vanishing. Okay?

Remember that for me.