#wheeljack rp

[explosion-prone-engineer]

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[canon-anon-roomba]

"Love? I have a present for you." Wheeljack is slowly ambling into the kitchen Anon calls His own. He is Holding a closed basket to His Chassis, murmuring to it occasionally. "Love we talked about you being alone on the ship and Not liking it. So.. Here." He offers the basket to Anon. Its wiggling.

Looking up from reading the new recipe book he got, he instinctively smiled when he heard Wheeljack’s voice. That turned to a confused look to the giant basket in his servos. Yes, he had brought up that he felt more lonely on the ship when Wheeljack was still working than when they still lived separately. He loved living with him, no question to that, but, it did get lonely sometimes.

So he was a bit surprised that he found something to help with that. Taking the basket gently from him, he turned to speak.”Oh, love, that’s really sweet of you! What’s in the basked th-“ He was about to finish his sentence, when the basket wiggled and shook, before the most gigantic cat he’d ever seen leaped out of the basket, straight on to Anon. Dropping the basket, that clattered loudly on the floor, his arms curled around the cat, holding it as gently as he could.

Stunned to silence, he stared at the fluffy cat that was now in his arms, and he looked up to Wheeljack, his shocked gape turning to a wide grin. “Where did you find him?!”

[canon-anon-roomba]

“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”

Anon, the poor thing, looked up at him dumbfounded, or at least with the one optic that wasn't covered by a very burnt mass of something.

"I... seem to have badly miscalculated the heat tolerance of this new substance." He replied nonchalantly, looking up to him as he was lying on the floor, after being knocked back by the explosion. Said explosion completely flattened the pot where it originiated from, scorching everything nearby.