Right! sure - /holds Soundwave’s shoulders down,/ Don’t move, man. We’re gonna get you all better. /he looks at Hook, smiling, unsure,/ Right? Yeah. Awesome. And then we’re gonna wreck Blurr.
Oh… you don’t… trust me… ^now he’s all mega depressed while still high. Way to go, Hook^
What’s the point? He still did it. Who cares.
Trust? Oh deary, we are not going to have that conversation now. /cheery tone/ You shouldn’t be moving though because your main fuel lines in your neck are completely bloody mangled. Not to mention the rest of you!
/drags his tools back over, flicks open a medical access panel and starts adjusting something with a tool/ Two ticks and you’ll be number than ice. /points at TC with the tool warningly once he’s done/ And if I find out you’ve gone out half-cocked after Blurr, I’ll drag you back by your wing.
Blugh. Fine… /winces at all the medical stuff happening before him,/ I won’t go after Blurr. He’ll come here, that’s what he usually does, anyway… /He pouts, looking away from Hook and concentrating on the lovely panelling on the floor./
(Source: sirsoundwave)
Yeah— /helps Soundwave up, plopping him on the nearest berth/ W-well, uh. He said that he got into a fight, and…That Blurr bit him. And, uh… drank for him. Something gross like that… /gestures a lot with his hands, nervously/
but I fixed myself!!!! ^points to his neck^
/flat stare/ I’ve seen emberlings do better patch jobs on their scuffed afts. /finishes up the scan and clicks a few times, starts muttering/ Never should’ve let you run out alone…should’ve had Dirge track you down and sedate you…
Thundercracker, make sure he doesn’t move. /starts digging around in his tools/
Right! sure - /holds Soundwave’s shoulders down,/ Don’t move, man. We’re gonna get you all better. /he looks at Hook, smiling, unsure,/ Right? Yeah. Awesome. And then we’re gonna wreck Blurr.
(Source: sirsoundwave)
It’s not my fault!! it was Blurr- I think. I don’t know. F-fix him, Hook, come on! /t-tries to pull Soundwave up/
Nooooo. I belong here!!! ^making kissy faces at the floor^
Oh, for the love of all…/storms forward, yanks him up under his arm/ Thundercracker, help me get him onto a berth and tell me what you know. /starts scanning/
Yeah— /helps Soundwave up, plopping him on the nearest berth/ W-well, uh. He said that he got into a fight, and…That Blurr bit him. And, uh… drank for him. Something gross like that… /gestures a lot with his hands, nervously/
(Source: sirsoundwave)
^bursts through the medbay doors and managed to get out of TC’s grip, only to fall face first on the floor^
hey, floor. how’s it going????
…
WHAT IN THE ALMIGHTY HOSPITAL AFTER DEATH HAPPENED TO YOU!?
It’s not my fault!! it was Blurr- I think. I don’t know. F-fix him, Hook, come on! /t-tries to pull Soundwave up/
Nah, you’re just an old gramophone. Forgot to oil your joints, grandpa? I can hear you creak from here!
And you’re right, my wings are pretty neat. They add to the full, awesome package that is the party jet.
Ha! All jour audioz can hear iz zhe zound of vind ruzhing pazt zhem az jou crazh into zhe ground again. Jou zhink jour little ztunt vith jour Insekt Freund vent unnoticed? I hope zhat mud tazted gut!
Jour vingzvill eventually be painted ein lovely, tazteful color und hung vith Herr Kommandant’z other toyz. Any ideaz? Perzonally, I vas hoping ve could keep zhem grey, juzt to remind myzelf zhat jou’re honeztly offline.
Aww baby, so gruesome. Trying to scare me? watch out, I don’t want you to fall apart from excitement, okay? Gotta be careful at that age. When you’re so nearsighted and lost every last inch of colour sense and you think gray is actually a decent tone to put on anything.
You don’t scare me. I shot you once, I can do it again anytime. Packin’ a punch, and you know it.
Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr. He stuck me with somehting mad crazy and then he drank me!! It was relaxing. until it HJURT
…Should have known. Seriously— w-wait, what the frag?! He drank you? Like… your..energon?! /Starting to get a bit grossed out ohfrag gotta get to the medbay/
(Source: ravecracker)
^standing at the door, opens it^ HEY DUDE!!!11! ^tries to hug you but just falls on top of you^
/Catches you, manages to hold you up enough -sighs,/ …well, you got fragged up and not in a good way, didn’t you? /wraps arm around, tries to keep you up,/ F-frag, we gotta get you to hook…
Hheeeee I got attacked!! It was super fun!!!!!
…Who attacked you? I’m gonna frag them up - /vents a sigh, starts to drag you back to the medbay/ I swear…
Wish? pit, you’re projecting.
I’m the better looking mech here anyway, and you’re just spent and old and eight kinds of ugly.
Jou? Zhe better looking one? Bitte. I’m pretty zure I’m zhe poorezt-looking mech in zhis baze und I ztill haf vorldz of lookz on jou, Zkittlefraghead! Zhe only zhing redeeming jou iz jour blasted vingz!
Nah, you’re just an old gramophone. Forgot to oil your joints, grandpa? I can hear you creak from here!
And you’re right, my wings are pretty neat. They add to the full, awesome package that is the party jet.
^standing at the door, opens it^ HEY DUDE!!!11! ^tries to hug you but just falls on top of you^
/Catches you, manages to hold you up enough -sighs,/ …well, you got fragged up and not in a good way, didn’t you? /wraps arm around, tries to keep you up,/ F-frag, we gotta get you to hook…
(Source: ravecracker)
