#cygars-and-rust

[b0ss-b0t]

@cygars-and-rust​ X

“It’s quite a story, I-” he didn’t have time to reply before the older bot had him in a tight hug, causing him to wheeze a little.

“Y-yes, Kup, I’ve missed you too!” he managed to squeeze out from his voice box, patting the green bot on the back.

[rungalwaysheretolisten]

Kup walked over wrapping his arms around Rung, and yelled "SUPRISE!"

Rung is taken back by the arms wrap anound him, when he saw it was Kup Rung giggled and kiss him.

“Oh what a wonderful surprise this is what do I owe the honor of suck a surprise as this?” 

[sunshinedbells]

@cygars-and-rust

This level of the recovory base was quiet, well, quiet ish. It was not the brand new level that was dug out so there was still cybertornian and some human voices around. More so if one listened for them, the casual conversations of how mecha were doing, improvements for the area and the excitement over the new oil baths. 

It was a fairly normal day and shift, everyone new to earth had been checked in. The new arrives were giving the chance to adapt now (if not just recover in some cases) get used to humans as well in a safer place that was not a military base. Not all Auobots were needed right away.now.

One tiny form was walking down the massive halls, expertly sticking to one side side so not the be in the way. Everything down here was scaled up to be on a Cybertronian level, with a few smaller adaptions such as catwalks or spaces carved into the rock and crystal sides. Letting the few trusted humans and Mechs could interact. It was mostly the families of the NEST men and woman that lived above as a pretty convincing cover. But, where there was no catwalks tucked out of the way, the humans and, and Cybertronians, had learned a few tricks, one was that the smaller you are, you stuck to the sides of the halls, and the bigger you are, you stuck to the middle of the wide halls.

That’s what Annabelle was doing, it kept her safe just in case some mech wasn’t paying attention, but also to peek into any rooms. She was on a mission, there were several new mechs here! and she had been given permission to visit if they were okay with it. So the girl was pulling her wagon with her, it had some energon goodies Sideswipe helped with making- though she painted them!

Annabelle was half way across an open door before realizing that someone was in the darkened room. She squeaked, startled. “Sorry!.....hi?”

[youngratchet]

"Rattyrattyrattyrattyratty!" Hugs -cygars-and-rust

*insert neverending sigh of longsuffering* 

[occasional-peace]

@cygars-and-rust

“You don’t have to, but I will not argue,” he replies with a smirk as he follows Kup.

[dxdlck]

@cygars-and-rust   xxxx

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“Dont be stupid.” Kup used his fists cracking his fists against helms shattering a few optics and visors. “Wrecker..” he corrected rather quickly,

The old mech glared. “Shut up and sit down. Let me have a look at those.” He forced Deadlock onto his aft. He wasnt going to take slag from a newbuild little less one mouthing him.

Kup pulled a medi-kit and hed up a chunk of metal “Bite down hard and try not to be too loud. Dont need any more of your so called friends coming for a visit.” He took out a servo welder stuffing some sealant in the hole to stop the bleeding then started patching pieces where energon leaked.

“Remember you hit me you’ll be asleep for the next week kid.” He shifted his cy-gar from one corner of his mouth to the other,

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This was embarassing. First having an Autobot come to his ‘rescue’ and now this mech was trying to repair. He had his own medics to go to for that, not some fragging ‘bot.

“I don’t need to bite down on some slag,” he snapped. 

Deadlock would rather throw the piece back and the old mech, but he threw it off to the side instead, mumbling something under his breath as he reluctantly let him finish. He could forget this entire thing before the next cycle, and if anyone bothered to ask, he did just fine on his own. 

“Think I’d happily take the risk.”

[iignitedspark]

@cygars-and-rust​    xxxx

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Kup snarled but as soon as the mech got close he froze. He clenched his fist then swung it knocking the hunting mech in the jaw. Kup gasped and held his servo. “Frag!”

The old mech held his servo winching.. the hell was this guy made of?

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   The mech stumbled, holding the lower half of his jaw as he glared. Despite the scuffs made and the now dull ache that caused, he was still smiling. It’s not a moment later that he’s lunging again, trapping his prey between the wall and himself. 

   He snaps and licks his maw, hovering in anticipation as well as eagerness. He was ready to sink his denta into the mech’s neck from the moment he laid optics on him. 

[rungalwaysheretolisten]

Kup had been gone for too long. The old mech was called away on a mission that he couldn't refuse. He stood at Rungs door, it was almost midnight. And here he is slowly lifting his servo, he was sure the doctor was going to be angry.. The old mech swallowed and knocked a few times. -cygars-and-rust

It was late and Rung had retired for the night, it been a long time seen he saw Kup after the mission he was put on, Pharma was probably taking care of the sparkling and Rung just had been tired from work. 

When he hard the door knocked Rung got up and when to open the door think it might be one of his patient, ask to come in because the had a nightmare, or that they just need to talk to someone, but when he open the door he saw Kup. 

There was this long quite, Rung just look at Kup. Look at the mech who had been gone for a long time, who had said nothing to him about going on the mission, having him worry sick, and there he was, standing right at his door, and Rung....Rung all he could do was pull him into an embrace. 

“Are you really here or I’m I just still dream?” Rung ask afraid that the answers would be he was still dreaming, that Kup was still gone and that what his spark was feeling wasn’t real.