ntb-verse, Autobot base, Sparklet-sitting

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Kriti: *happily gnawing away at another cookie*

Startracker: *happily feeding her as many as she will take*

Kriti: *is prolly going to wind up having to be pried from the ceiling later, oh well* :3

Startracker: *has designed the perfect anti-gravity gun for just this purpose. Well. It was to pry his twin out of his hiding place the first time he'd been being tracked by his mum after the first babe threw up a less than polite gesture, but it still works in this situation as well*

Kriti: *finishes the cookie, DARTS over to Sunhunter, commences a climbing attempt* X3

Sunhunter: *yelps and dances, trying to shoo away*

Kriti: *Clings to leg*

Sunhunter: The gun, the gun!

Startracker: Or... you could just pick her up properly and cuddle?

Kriti: *Biiig optics, would prefer cuddles, plz*

SH: ...... *tentatively bops bebe's nose*

Kriti: *Squeak*! *reaches and attempts to nose-beep Sunhunter*

Sunhunter: *blinks and then gently puts his servo around bebe, lifting and inspecting* You're weird.

Kriti: :3 *is also bigger than the last time she played with the twins*

Startracker: You should hold her more carefully.

Sunhunter: *mimics* You should hold her more- ack! *almost drops, but recovers quickly and holds the baby close now.*

Kriti: ! *CLINGS*

Startracker: Seriously, you don't need Aunty Bee after your skidplates too.

Sunhunter: *winces and shushes* It's ok. It's ok. I got you.

Kriti: *mebbeh all those cookies weren't a good idea, isn't feeling so good now* >.<

Sunhunter: Oh... please don't hurl.... *rubs back soothingly*

Startracker: *frowns and finds a bottle* Try this?

Kriti: *whines a little*

Sunhunter: *offers the bottle and cradles gently* Shh, it's ok. Uncle Hunter's got ya.

Kriti: >.< *tank rumbles a bit, earning more fussing*

Sunhunter: *flinches and holds her out,* I can't get barfed on again!

Startracker: *quickly messes with his AG gun.* Just aim her out, I'll catch it!

Kriti: *urks, empties contents of her tank*

Startracker: *starts and shoots, but has no auto-target in yet and shoots his brother instead. Sunhunter suddenly finds himself covered in spew and on the ceiling*

Startracker: ..... um.....

Kriti: *crying now, doesn't feel good, urked on Sunhunter, feels bad about it* TT_TT

Sunhunter: *throws his brother GLARE OF DOOM and holds Kriti close* It's ok. It's ok. Look, you feel a little better? And I'm ok. And if stupidslaggingTracker would get us DOWN!

Startracker: *Blinks* Um.... down?

Kriti: *wibbles, begins crying anew, only now it's because in addition to the prior mentioned things, she's way higher than she'd like to be*

Sunhunter: *optic twitches, then aims his gun and blasts the AGG to bits, curling around Kriti as he fals and then lands on his feet* Ok. That's it. You are going to mamaBee before bolts for brains blasts you to the moon or something. Shh. There there. *cradles her close and skates off*

Startracker: *stares at his broken gun and then sighs, falling back to his skidplates in resignation*

Kriti: *whimpers, still feeling kinda urky, isn't as bad now*

Sunhunter: *rubs her back as he looks around for his Aunt, the infinitely better caregiver*

Kriti: *feeling miserable, wants mama, is fussy, but not likely to urk again any time soon*

Sunhunter: Shhh. *hums a soft tune to try and ease her wibbling*

Kriti: ;_; *snuggles a little in attempt of apology*

Sunhunter: *kisses her forehead place gently* It's ok. Really. Nothing a washdown and your mommy can't fix.

((Co-written with notxpected))

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Bumblebee trudges out of the elevator and freezes, her optics wide. "Do I wanna know?"

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Kriti whines a bit, reaching for Bee. She still felt bad about urking on Sunhunter, and her tank was starting to rumble again.