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tigereyedrogue.livejournal.com...with a talking tiger cub supported by one arm and an eeny tiny 'bot cradled in the other. He's moving in about the way that your average medical Bot would if attempting to carry a human infant: that is, very very very carefully and with a slight look of "eek" on his face. "Hang in there, little guy. If anything, we can get you fed here."
"Wooooooow, there are lots and lots of robots here!" Junior wiggles with excitement, voice gleeful. "That's so awesome!"
"This is a Cybertronian bar, Junior. Around here we're like Hobbits at that Human inn. Now remember your promise. No getting underfoot. You gotta stay near me."
"Uhkay."
Daimon is careful to stay out of the path of the larger patrons as he looks around for someone he knows.
"Wooooooow, there are lots and lots of robots here!" Junior wiggles with excitement, voice gleeful. "That's so awesome!"
"This is a Cybertronian bar, Junior. Around here we're like Hobbits at that Human inn. Now remember your promise. No getting underfoot. You gotta stay near me."
"Uhkay."
Daimon is careful to stay out of the path of the larger patrons as he looks around for someone he knows.
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random_xtras"Lighten up, Cyclonus." Ratchet pauses and looks around as he steps into Blue's. "We're here to talk to people and relax a little."
"I see no point in going to a bar when we can no longer drink," grumbles his teammate irritably, answering the bar owner's friendly grin with a severe scowl.
"You're just mad because Gally glomped you in public again." The former Autobot CMO chuckles.
Cyclonus growls quietly. "Lady Galvatron is welcome to do whatever she pleases. It's none of your business, Autobot."
"How about that table?"
"Suit yourself." Cyclonus looks at a glowing Cybertron Sunset longingly as he settles at the table near the door.
"Ahh." Ratchet leans back with a wide grin on his face, then tips his head to Blackout, who lifts one browridge and buries her face in her cube of high-grade. "You Decepticons are such a cheerful bunch sometimes. It just warms my spark."
"You are a spark."
"And you're being deliberately difficult." He frowns at the other free spark.
Cyclonus gives him a slow smirk that asks what he's going to do about it.
"I see no point in going to a bar when we can no longer drink," grumbles his teammate irritably, answering the bar owner's friendly grin with a severe scowl.
"You're just mad because Gally glomped you in public again." The former Autobot CMO chuckles.
Cyclonus growls quietly. "Lady Galvatron is welcome to do whatever she pleases. It's none of your business, Autobot."
"How about that table?"
"Suit yourself." Cyclonus looks at a glowing Cybertron Sunset longingly as he settles at the table near the door.
"Ahh." Ratchet leans back with a wide grin on his face, then tips his head to Blackout, who lifts one browridge and buries her face in her cube of high-grade. "You Decepticons are such a cheerful bunch sometimes. It just warms my spark."
"You are a spark."
"And you're being deliberately difficult." He frowns at the other free spark.
Cyclonus gives him a slow smirk that asks what he's going to do about it.
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Aidla watches the little creature with absent curiosity, still lost in the wonder of willow whips and feeling protective of her friend's sadness.
-Hmmm. I got a new family. I can't remember if you saw some of them the last time you saw me or not.-
Aidla watches the little creature with absent curiosity, still lost in the wonder of willow whips and feeling protective of her friend's sadness.
-Hmmm. I got a new family. I can't remember if you saw some of them the last time you saw me or not.-
random_xtrasThrenody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.
Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.
Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.
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