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Prowl nodded at the little guy before grabbing a seat to wait for first aid. Maybe he could answer some questions about Shaid since he never answered his query about having a twin.

It wasn’t long before Aid appeared in the opening of the lobby from the hall. He looked a little thinner than usual, but it could be from a number of things given how the clinic had been hectic. His face was covered and his visor was the same blue and his paint was the normal. “Prowl!” he said cheerfully and bounced on his peds. 

“Glad you could be here, we can head on back” he said while moving to turn around to head forward to get a room opened.

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Here, have an over energized prowl, leaning against the wall and sitting on the floor, smiling with a cube of high grade in hand. ( @justifiedtactician )

Barricade tilted his helm as he came around the corner, having been searching for the doorwinger and now he's left just... wondering who thought it was a good idea to give the mech high grade. "There y'are..." He murmurs, crouching down. "Let's get y'up an' outta the hall, yeah?"

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Things where not going as planned. The store ran out of his favorite energon coffee and on his way to work he got mugged! This was not a good day. No one was going to believe him when he tells them he got mugged. After all Longarm was head of Intel, hes smarter than that. Frags sake why could they just treat him like any other mech!?

Sighing he passes on of the warp gates right as it has a glitched malfunction. Causing him to literally walk onto a different road or environment. 

“Great.... Not only was I mugged I get transported to who knows where with nothing. Oh lucky me.”

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There's a police bot looking at you. He seems puzzled. He's thinking about the key that used to be hidden inside of him... His tacnet is not cooperating... (Justifiedtactician)

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Smokescreen is looking back, cautious, "Something up? I haven't even been speeding all that much today. Or is there something wrong?"

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“First Aid, if this is some play at trying to change someone’s opinions, I can assure you this isn’t what you want.” Prowl has his arms crossed. He doesn’t know about this “Shaid” character.

Ahhhh. Right, not everyone had met a different First Aid yet. Shaid grinned at the mech in question and chuckled. “You think I’m Aid hm? Ohhhh, my 'twin’ would be choking on his sweet treats hearing that” he laughed some before bringing up the cy-garette back to his mouth and taking a deep invent of it. 

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"Don't you know it's illegal to drag race Knockout?" ( @justifiedtactician )

"Oh really? Even when its an event?" He smirks softly. "Are those illegal too~?"

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“Wait come back!” He started, kneeling quickly and looking beneath the berth. “You’ll get hurt hiding under there.” He’s looking for him, digits searching gently. He wants to keep him safe!

The sparkling laid on his front, sulking up a storm as he laid somewhere in the middle of the floor. He covered his face and made a few sparkling beeps to himself in frustration. Ambulon heard Prowl, but curled up into a ball to keep himself small... well smaller than he had been. The medic turned sparkling was just so frustrated and embarrassed to the pits that he didn’t know what to do other than hide. 

But it didn’t last too long, though. He was soon squeaking when he felt a servo find his tiny form and was bringing him out from under the berth. Great, he was caught, and now going to be held. He was covering his face again and making a distressed vocalization to show his displeasure with the situation.

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That did it. There’s a small whine from the strategist. You’ll have to pardon him. His logic circuits are going to take a little nap. He’ll be on the floor if you need him.

Ah... Ambulon was just staring at Prowl as he was on the floor and he gave a deep vent sigh. Really this was just going fabulously wasn’t it?! He shook his helm before moving to grab Prowl’s leg and arm and work to get the doorwinger up over his shoulders. He hefted the two of them up and carried Prowl out of the lobby and to an examination room. Ambulon rolled the mech off his shoulders and on the berth once he was close enough to do so. It wasn’t too comfortable, but no doubt more comfortable than the slagging floor. 

“Ratchet... if this is a cruel way to prepare me for your upcoming retirement I’m going to sock you in the mouth plates when you’re back to your appropriate age” Ambulon grumbled and clenched his servos tightly.