#protectobois

[getabompaway-blog]

protectobois started following you

@protectobois

«Hey there! This is Getaway, who am I speaking to?»

[musicniinja]

protectobois

“ Yo! “ he greeted back, a wide smile appearing. 

“ Pretty good, pretty good, mech. Learnin’ somethin' new every day on earth. Crazy how humans can’t always wear the same clothes every day. Must be tiring choosin’ a good outfit every day. ”

[metalallcrgy]

@protectobois

"You sure you wanna be my roommate?” Swerve asked--probably the third time in the last half hour, he wasn’t even sure anymore--carefully setting a box on the berth that hadn’t been used since Red Alert left.

“‘Cause I’m sure there’s plenty of habs left open you could take if you wanted to. I wouldn’t be mad or anything.”

[metalallcrgy]

“If you solve this, I’ll buy you lunch.” (From Streets)

“Oh yeah? What’m I lookin’ at then?” Swerve leaned over, trying to get a glimpse.

[doyourequirefirstaid]

« i feel like i got hit by optimus’ trailer... » (from blades)

...

*it can’t be*

[ uh, you’ve... you’ve reached First Aid’s personal comm number. how — h-how can i be of — ]

*resets voicebox*

[ ...can i ask who... who is calling? ]

[fiirstaiid]

‘  you’re upset, i get it.  ’ (from either one :p)

perhaps it was that he had spent the last month trying to pretend they weren’t dead, but knowing in his spark they were. seeing them cut down by star saber so brutally, how could they still be alive? 

it could also be that he had spent the past 96 hours with no rest cycle until recently. 

but he took one look at his brothers. the ones who he got the closest to through an accidental event of war. 

and he sobbed. 

❛ y-- you dummy! i’m not upset! i’m-- oh god. you were dead! dead, murdered, lost-- i didn’t-- i didn’t know what to do-- ❜