Truce 'verse. Cureall's apartment. Looking for someone.

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One moment the corridor outside Cureall's apartment door is empty.

And the next moment there's a swish and a tall, powerfully built human man is raising his hand to knock, his bright blue eyes creased in a deep frown.

The knock stirs up scolding from within, and the sound of small wings swooping about. He waits to see what else it brings.

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[kigan-starborn.livejournal.com]

Kigan's bewilderment and uncertainty is fairly loud. What is laying on him? What is that little thing sitting on Cureall and making so much noise?

Chichi squeaks with surprise and indignation at the tap, but then notices the look that Kigan is giving her and gives a quizzical little trill as she cuddles her mate and stretches out her nose toward the mech. What's wrong with Daddy? Hey... why does he smell different? Does Baby Ratchet know?

Meatball just sighs happily. He has found his favorite person, who doesn't feel like he usually does, but still sounds kind of the same. He'll celebrate with a nap.

[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

Something is wrong with daddy! But we must be patient and let him rest! Ratchet chirrs worriedly and grooms her some more.

"These are our...pets for lack of a better term. The one sleeping on you is Meatball. The blue one on my shoulder is Baby Ratchet. The smaller female is Chichi."

[kigan-starborn.livejournal.com]

So it's all good? His optics search her face. This is right? He's so tired....

Poor Daddy. Shall Chichi groom him?

[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

Cureall cuddles carefully against him. Yes, it is alright. You are safe. Baby Ratchet nods and begins to gently lick Kigan.

[kigan-starborn.livejournal.com]

He sighs at the feelings Cureall is sending him, then switches his optics off and sinks into recharge as Meatball snoozes contentedly on top of him.

Chichi grooms busily, with soft little scolds, till the quietness of the two Transformers has her curling up next to her mate and dozing off herself.