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    //Sunny!//     Jazz nearly bounced out of his seat when his frame jerked forward at the name written across his datapad. Optics brightened behind his visor, the mech snickering playfully.      //Where's your other-half? Pit, where are you?//

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:: ...hey. Tired of being mad at you. Meet in our hab suite? ::

:: Yeah, be there in a flash. I’m tired of you being mad at me, too. ::He wastes no time, up from his station and heading for the hab sweet as fast as he could without looking too desperate.

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fkingrayofsunshine replied to your post:You obviously need him more than he needs you.

☩ That’s a LIE! Sides, don’t listen to this grayface fragger. They don’t know what they’re talking about!

Yeah, okay.  You're right.  Of course you're right.

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fkingrayofsunshine replied to your post:fkingrayofsunshine replied to your photo::: Sunny...

:: Why the scrap would they go after you instead of coming at me?! ::

:: Why would I know that?! ::

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fkingrayofsunshine replied to your photo::: Sunny I am afraid and I think this is because...

:: What the SCRAP. ::

:: You exhaust port. ::

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fkingrayofsunshine replied to your post:(Break)You are in stasis. You can't wake up.

:: Sides? You’re dreaming, bro, wake up! ::

Inarticulate feelings of panic and desire for comfort flows down the bond.

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fkingrayofsunshine replied to your post::: Where are you. ::

:: No. Dozed off in the far side of the engine room. Don’t move; coming to you. ::

:: Ah, Primus.  Bad dreams again?  What happened this time? ::

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:: Where are you. ::

:: Our room.  I was looking for a datapad.  Why?  You okay? ::