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[copperkitty]

Okay seriously... someone give me the lowdown on organics.

Are they poisonous or not? Someone once told me they could control minds too.

[And spit acid. That someone needs a good kick up the exhaust pipe.]

I don't get why they have to be on Cybertron with us.

[Maybe stick them in a cage somewhere they can't get hurt. Or turn bots into guitars.]

Oh yeah... what's soccer?

[It's been a while and he's forgotten who he was supposed to talk to about that.]

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[copperkitty]

[There's a silence as Cheetor glares irritably at the wall. Cheetor isn't an unforgiving person in general, but what Blurr did hurt, even if he hadn't meant it. The feeling of being completely shut down and mocked is still fresh in his mind, and he can't bring himself to forgive Blurr just yet. Part of him wants to. To put all of this behind them and be happy again.

The anger seems to ebb out of Cheetor's voice, leaving him sounding tired and (if you listen closely) a little sad and disappointed.]

Just... leave me alone okay?

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[raceme]

But...

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[raceme]

[Blurr doesn't want the conversation to end this way, but there's nothing he can do to make Cheetor feel better. And he said he would leave him alone if he asked.]

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[raceme]

Take care.

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