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“Hello, is this smokescreen?”
"Ah... yes." Smokescreen says softly, his tone was as sweet as the cyber honey he put into his Amythyst Crystal tea that morning. "I am Smokescreen. How can I help you?"
🍼- "Jazz, help! It was left in front of my café and I dont know what to do!"
“Wh-“ he says staring down at the sparkling in Smokescreen’s arms as the young mech tries to shove it into his arms. He takes note the small protoform was crying, clearly in discomfort, “For the love of Primus, mech. You are holding ‘em all wrong! No wonder their wailing like that! Fine! Give ‘em here! Anything to stop you from hurting ‘em.”
With that, he snatches the poor sparkling away from Smokescreen, glaring at the young mech before gently hushing the crying bitlet. “Hush now. It is alright... Did that big mean ol’ mech hold you all wrong and give you a big spook? Yes he did.”
A small set of tracks have been left from a case of what remanes of some sort of oilcake badder
Smokescreen was hard at work, humming softly to himself as he walks to the storage closet. It was honestly time for him to do a deep clean.
“Hey, Smokescreen... Would you rather have a pet scraplet or a decepticon lover?”
"Whoa dragon.... and uh.... What the frag kinda question is that!?" He screeches flailing back from the computer terminal. "Neither!"
@rxng
"Rung!" Smokescreen calls out looking for the therapist bot. "Hey, can you help me with something... I really need to talk with someone...."
The mech grins, wiping mica powder off his cheek.
"Finally! Now, I can open my bakery again!"
Smokescreen grins happily, preparing a basket of goodies and he hums softly. The kind mech smiles to himself as he works, setting the oil-nuts aside to work on some foamcakes.
A bell rings in his cozy little shop and he glances up to see who it was.
"Touch that bowl of energon frosting, Bumblebee, and I will smack you with a Spatula."
