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randomplaces2008-02-21 07:56 pm
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TF-'verse. Nellis AF base. Bringing home a stray.
There are two couches in the common room of the hanger. One is large enough to accommodate an over thirty foot mech comfortably.
Optimus is sprawled on the smaller one, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he holds a datapad in one hand and cuddles an armload of Elita and sparklings with the other. He doesn't look away from the huge plasma TV as he hears someone PINpoint in. "Welcome back, Ratchet. Arther Ryan called while you were out, and asked that you contact him as soon as possible."
"Oh so now he calls," growls the CMO. "Well, he's too late. I've already taken the other offer."
Then he pauses and looks at his alt, aware of the dusty concrete floor scattered with toys, the Transformer-sized DDR game in the corner, and the drunken black pickup sleeping it off in the courtyard behind them. "Welcome to the base."
Optimus looks up quizzically.
Optimus is sprawled on the smaller one, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he holds a datapad in one hand and cuddles an armload of Elita and sparklings with the other. He doesn't look away from the huge plasma TV as he hears someone PINpoint in. "Welcome back, Ratchet. Arther Ryan called while you were out, and asked that you contact him as soon as possible."
"Oh so now he calls," growls the CMO. "Well, he's too late. I've already taken the other offer."
Then he pauses and looks at his alt, aware of the dusty concrete floor scattered with toys, the Transformer-sized DDR game in the corner, and the drunken black pickup sleeping it off in the courtyard behind them. "Welcome to the base."
Optimus looks up quizzically.

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Glancing at Rap, Ratchet frowns. "If it helps, just take all that explaining to mean 'it was an accident and a bad one, at that'. Sometimes when you mess with science, you're playing with fire...and it can blow up in your face." He nods at the mention of a brush with a bit of a grimace, however. "Well, if you've got a brush, I wouldn't refuse borrowing it."
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Rap actually laughs. "Uncle Ratchet had somethin' do that the other day." Then he hops to his feet, one Bumblebee-type hand pushing down on his knee as he does. "Alright. I'll go get it. BRB."
Honey giggles and snuggles. She likes this guy.
Then she turns her head and looks at Optimus, who's still smiling at them.