#first aid replies

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@noiizemaze said:

try my potion boy

First Aid obediently holds out a hand to accept whatever beaker or flask she has to offer him.

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Sliiiiides on in. “Quick question! What does spay mean.”

“To remove the uterus and ovaries of a non-sapient female earth mammal, typically a cat or dog and usually a pet, to stop it from reproducing and to regulate its hormones.”

A pause.

“My turn: do I wanna know why you’re asking me about this.”

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Gently paps his mask with some tarsal beans. “You don’t have to do anything. Being around is enough. I appreciate your help, though.”

Uaeueuauagh???

First Aid worms his way into a hug, engine hiccuping softly. “Thank you.”

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First Aid I notice you are the only one that hasn't taken their flintstones vitamins today. Care to explain?

Biggest, saddest, wettest gaze be upon ye.

“I forgor.”

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@unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom said:

YOU HAVE A MOUTH?

“Sure do!”

First Aid retracts his mask and smiles very, very sweetly.

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Blood Meme: receiver finds sender covered in blood

First Aid had gotten separated from the group somehow. And somewhere in there, he’d gotten turned around… and ended up very, very lost. His attempts to get back to somewhere familiar had instead sent him further from the grimy, neon-lit caverns of the asteroid spaceport and down into the abandoned mining tunnels of the original settlement.

Which is where he is now, suddenly frozen in the middle of his wanderings with his hands clasped over his faceplate in unintentional mimicry of a human stifling a shout. Further down the dim mineshaft, there’s an unmistakable outline framed in a spangle of shifting biolights and splatters of faintly glowing energon.

First Aid keeps his fans clamped shut and stands as still as he can, trying in vain to be completely silent and invisible. It might be futile, but he’s still going to try - he really, really doesn’t want to join the dull mangle of plating lying at the sparkeater’s feet.

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:3c

Sometimes, First Aid wishes he could be more emotive without having to lower the safety of his faceplate. Hopefully the veritable barbedwire tangle of disgust and fear in his field is enough to get the point across.

“You.”

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@flameofprimus

Peering over a table edge at the other... Slow blinking cutely.

Scrunches his visor at him in return. “Well hello there.”