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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.]

Comments

[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!

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Wouldn't say that. I'm perfectly fine.

[He takes a sip from that cube, keeping his hold.]

Unless ya want somewhere else.

[raceme]

[Blurr opens his mouth an then tops for a brief second, rethinking his strategy. When he speaks he sounds like he's serious.]

My berth is right there in the back. [He can troll you too. Wheeljack.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Oh well played sir. There's a brief moment of surprise, his optics going wide...

Okay, he can play this game too. There's no words, just the Wrecker standing up, Blurr still slung over his shoulder.]

[raceme]

[Sassy bots all around.

You weren't supposed to do that! At least, this is not what Blurr was expecting.] Wheeljack.... what are YOU...?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Just what you said, Blurrk.

In the back, right?

[raceme]

Yes, right there. [He's not going to be chicken now.] It's big enough for both of us I believe.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Ya don't say?

[He makes his way to the berth, dropping the blue both on it, smirking.]

That an invitation?

[raceme]

Could be. [Blurr leans back, smiling more genuinely this time.] Don't start anything you can't finish.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[God Blurr you're a nice mech and Wheeljack would feel bad just jumping you like that. Don't...tempt him.]

You don't have to worry on that account.

[Don't mind if he leans over, eyebrow perked.]

[raceme]

[You are a nice mech too Wheeljack, and what Blurr has no idea what he's doing anymore he sure is not complaining.]

So...? [He lifts his chin a notch.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Sorry, all you get for an answer is a Wrecker looming over you, Blurr. Everyone with a brain would probably think this is a bad idea--high off emotion over Ratchet's leaving, but hey, Blurr isn't objecting.]

Just makin' sure ya want it.

[raceme]

[Blurr's life is long list of bad decisions but he's sure this moment is not one of them. He's rather happy where he is now, even if he's also still sad about Ratchet disappearing.]

I do.