a near-death experience;
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It took a few moments for Jolt’s systems to realign again; to pull the excess electricity from his plating and critical systems to the more redundant ones, the same that normally fried and self-repaired by his natural excess energy. He reset his optics a few more times, almost smirking as he turned his attention to the girl.
“You sound less like you hate me and more like you’re worried,” he teased, absently bringing up the damage report. Nothing he couldn’t handle repairing later, even if he couldn’t rightfully feel his right arm or leg.
He did, however, test their movements nonchalantly--only noting their function by looking at them. “My own spark produces more energy than that wire did,” he admitted as he sat up, flexing the fingers on his right hand again. “Barely felt anything. Stop fussing like you’re my creator, ‘cause it’s cute and it’s hard to take your anger seriously when you’re cute.”
