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[raceme]

[Look who's on the comm link, your resident secret agent that left for the badlands searching for Ratchet and forgot to warn everyone. Silly clueless bot, he has no idea about what has been going on.

He's in one piece, but looking rather sad]

I didn't find Ratchet _{I think the doctor is really gone} but Cliffjumper is fine.

[And that's all he says before he cuts the transmission.]

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Voice

[raceme]

I don't think so. Who would hurt Ratchet?

Voice

[wheeljackofalltrades]

After the Sharkticon invasion, you're gonna tell me something wouldn't?

Er....forever text for him

[raceme]

[It takes Blurr a whole 10 minutes to reply this time.]

You are right. I'm sorry.

just forever audio for him too c:

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Don't worry about it, Blurr.

Just...keep me posted, yeah?

Puuuuurfect ♥

[raceme]

I will, I promise.

You can come over if you want to hang out and not talk. [Be4cuase in all honestly, not talking about the big issue works for Blurr.]

I mean, my room is filled with all sort of stuff from that store that show up here a few weeks ago but there's still place to sit.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[That catches him a little off guard.]

You're...invitin' me over?

[raceme]

Yes.

[Did he say something wrong?]If you feel like coming over, of course.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Uh..sure! I don't mind.

Vector, right?

[raceme]

That's right. I could prepare some drinks or something else to eat.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Alright, ya hooked me. I'll be over in a few minutes, yeah?

[raceme]

[He's chuckling, but Wheeljack can't hear it, 'cos is text] See you soon.

[NOW ACTION]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It doesn't take long for Wheeljack to show up, and when he does...he wonders why he's even here. Maybe it was just cause he didn't want to let Blurr down...but...

Well, he wasn't good at being social. He's surprised Blurr even invited him.]

Blurr?

[ACTION]

[raceme]

[Blurr is not all that good at being social either but he's learning more and more since he arrived here. And he has the drinks reason for when Wheeljack arrives.]

Hello _come in, come in. [Blurr handles him one of the glasses.]

[ACTION]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack walks in, absentmindedly taking the glass from his hands.]

Thanks buddy, I could...really use it.

[raceme]

No problem I NEEDED one myself. [Blurr waves a hand.] Wakeyourselfcomfortable.

[IF you can find a space big enough for you, Jackie. Blurr wasn't lying when he said that he had a lot of materials and stuff from the hardware store.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Uhh...

[Yeah, that was a problem. Especially since he was...pretty big for a bot. At least in comparison to Blurr.

Don't mind him as he rearranges stuff in order to sit down.]

What a day.

[raceme]

[That's okay, they can sit close.

Well, they could if Blurr was used to sit down.]

Tell me about it BAD now there's so much that need to be or-ga-ni-zed too. [Since they don't just lost a good friend but also a great medic.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Organized? Like what?

[He swirls that cube idly, putting his arm on Blurr's head as an arm rest and to keep him sitting still. Productive for both!]

[raceme]

[Wheeljack water u doing.]

...uhm....the medbay and all....[Blurr is going to stare at your for a second, not removing that arm from his head. And then he's going to tickle the joint under your arm. You deserve it.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He'd continue the conversation, but you sorta just tickled him. Have that arm jerking up.]

H-Hey! Whatcha think you're doin'?

[Despite that surprise, he seems almost playful.]

[raceme]

I was going to ask you the same....I'm not a table. [Blurr smirks and his hands moves to the joint agian.]

Oh!someonesticklish?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I think the correct term is 'armrest', buddy.

[Nope, you're not getting that again. He'll just...pick you up. Yep. That solves things.]

[raceme]

I'm not that either....eeeh!

[Using your strength on you favor, it's not fair.]EY Put _me down!

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He tilts Blurr a bit, as if inspecting him, before shrugging.]

Whatever you say, Blurrk.

[So he drops him...over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.]

[raceme]

[Have an indignant screech and some squirming. He's not trying to kick Wheeljack, so he's not really that annoyed.]

I doubt any of us is comfortable like thissss!