Oct 9, 2024
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“He's writing a last will and testament right now”
“Wait who’s, yours or mine?”
Because if it’s hers first of all, rude. Second of all, she’s gotta figure out who to give her raccoon army to.
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@tunerstunes replied
“He's writing a last will and testament right now”
“Wait who’s, yours or mine?”
Because if it’s hers first of all, rude. Second of all, she’s gotta figure out who to give her raccoon army to.
@notafraid-ofyou
Bumblebee sneaks up behind Izabella, tiptoeing towards her with surprising grace and silence for a sixteen foot tall robot... He then produces a small packet of Jolly Ranchers and slowly lowers his hand until it is dangling in front of her face.
@notafraid-ofyou started following you
Sierra hums, one hand tapping Cliffjumper's steering wheel while the other drapes out his open window. She should've guessed, after how badly their last 'simple recon' mission went, that her Autobot minder wouldn't want to risk getting separated on this outing.
Nevermind that they're actually in civilization this time, as opposed to creepy woods without any cell service.
Oh well. At least she's getting to look around a bunch as they cruise down the streets, keeping an eye out for anything unusual.
@notafraid-ofyou
“Oh goodness gracious it’s about time you showed up to the Junkyard. I’ve had Dino Tykes nipping at my heels and sleeves for ages.”
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"What is with the sudden hug?" She keeps her drink from spilling when Izzy suddenly hugged her.
“Do you happen to have any medical books lying around? If you’re using them that’s fine but I just wanted to borrow a few to acquaint myself better with helping my friends.”
“I have plenty! It’ll take me a moment to port them into something a human can hold, but...”
He pulls up Perceptor’s The Basics of Cybertronian Golden Era Bodies, Ratchet’s Medical Slag for Idiots, and Nueontic’s Basic Home Repairs to start. “These should tide you over for a while, or help you in some of the simple things. When you’re done with them, please let me know so I can load some more complex pieces up!”
The Pads light up, finished, and he hands those tiny little Datapads right on down. “There you go! Feel free to keep them. We don’t get a lot of requests for human-sized Datapads around here, after all.”
notafraid-ofyou replied to your post: [[MOR] “fUCK.” “i think it’s stuck.”
“THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS!”
“TO BE FAIR, WE DID NOT START WITH A NICE THING”
“you okay?”
Chloe was sitting on the roof of Sir Burton’s house - well, mansion? She often found a way up here just to sit and watch the sky, drink in hand, and just think. Or let her mind go blank - whichever she was in the mood for. Taking a sip from a small bottle of whiskey, Chloe was brought back to reality when she heard another voice.
“Huh? Oh, hey. Yeah, I’m okay,” she answered Izzy with a small smile. “Guess you’ve found my hideout.”