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[For a while after the pages thing, Four found it hard to get himself interested in anything. After all the chasing he had done, he's still all alone. His family isn't here, and he wonders if they'll ever be here. He knows that if he doesn't give himself something to do, he'll slowly drive himself crazy by sitting in a corner and going through every moment he had spent with each of his family members.

It doesn't take him long to give himself a project. He has made a few friends here, so maybe it's time to appreciate them. This is way better than sitting around and moping all day.]

Jetfire Elita Mirage Starscream Thundercracker Soundwave Kay Wing Raf Ratchet I have a present for you. I made them myself :) Also I have a question for everyone else: What makes something beautiful?

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[If Four could blush, he'd be blushing now. As it is, he turns his face away shyly at the compliment before running forward a few steps to gently place his gift on Mirage's finger. Compliments for his hard work are really nice, he realizes.

Mirage is not getting away that easily though, this is the first time Four has seen him up close, and he's absolutely fascinated by his shade of red. Tiny hands reach out and hook around Mirage's pointed fingertip, the Stitchpunk's eyes clicking as he inspects the smooth metal.]

[Mirage was about to pull back his hand to inspect the little trinket, but his optics widened slightly at the new passenger he had snagged along with it. He had to be extremely careful. One false move and Four was as good as dust on the ground.

His other fingers uncurl, catching Four into his palm as he takes the flower into his other hand, inspecting it as it hangs from the opposite fingertip.]

Quite the curious one, aren't you.

[Curiosity is Four's entire being. He sits down on Mirage's palm and smiles like a child who knows he's done something he shouldn't have... yet knows he's not going to get in trouble for it.

He even has the gall to raise his hands up in a silent request to see Mirage's face close up.]

[Mirage watches the little one out of the corner of his eye as he inspects the little chain. This would look lovely on his rear view mirror...Into a compartment it goes! It would end up on his inside mirror when he transformed.

At seeing the Stitchpunk's hands raise up, he could only wonder what it is the tiny creature could want. It seemed to be gesturing towards his face...

So he'll bend it down for him, making sure any air cycled out didn't blow the little one off.]

[Four's fingers manage to catch a ridge on Mirage's face, and he hoists himself up so he can peer into those optics. He instantly notes that Mirage's face is shaped differently from the previous Cybertronian faces he's examined before.

Reaching up he pokes a blue optic, as if to see if it reacts the same as Jetfire's did.]

[Thankfully Mirage didn't flinch. He watches evenly as Four climbs up his face, blue optic adjusting to get a view of the little stitchpunk in front of him.

tap tap

While he didn't jerk away, that eye's innerworkings contract, flickering slightly.]

Having fun, bambino?

[The mechanics of the eye cause Four to smile, delighted with the complex workings Mirage's optics. He has the sense not to try to tap again, just in case Mirage finds it uncomfortable. Look at him starting to learn what personal space is!

Fun? He's having a blast!

He seems to slide out of Mirage's view... and suddenly he's gone.

Where'd he go?]

[There's another soft chuckle from the Autobot as Four pulls away, making sure his movements aren't too rapid, or the little guy might fall off. He seems to be pretty stable, however...

That is, until he disappears from sight. That slightly worries the Ferrair, and his optics jitter around, trying to catch sight of him.]

Bambino?

[No sight and no sound of him.

Wait, what if he fell and Mirage didn't notice?

What if he's caught underneath Mirage's plating?

So many possibilities here.]

[Okay, slight panic. Mirage didn't want the death of a little creature on his conscience just because he was clumsy.]

Bambino?!

[He puts a hand up to his face to 'feel' for him.]

[Have you become a murderer of innocent living dolls?

Mirage, why?]

[Almost immediately, Mirage checks the ground. There was...nothing there. Even after scanning. At least that meant the little one hadn't fallen...that he knew of.

So it was still on his person.]

Bambino...! Answer me in some way, per favore!

[And suddenly a tiny face appears upsidedown into Mirage's view. Four had been trying to get on top of Mirage's head, and got a little caught on his way up. Luckily, he's perfectly alright!

He smiles mischievously as he dangles from the ridges on Mirage's forehead and offers the robot a wave.]

[While a bit shocked, Mirage IS relieved to see the little one alive and well. He'd go on and lecture, especially with that mischievous grin...but he had a feeling it would just fall on deaf ears. So instead, a hand reaches up and nudges him into the little groove inbetween his forehead. That's a nice sitting spot.]

You must be careful, little one.

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