𝙋𝙔𝙍𝙊. ✹

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⠀ ⠀ 𝓝𝐎 ⠀ MALE ⠀ 𝖢𝖠𝖭 ⠀ 𝓡𝑬𝓢𝙄𝙎𝙏 𝑀͟𝒴͟ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝖭𝖮𝖳 ⠀ 𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 ⠀ 𝒴𝒪𝓤. ༝༚༝༚ও
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𝘞𝘌’𝘙𝘌 𝘙𝘜𝘕𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘎𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙎.ᐟ⠀⠀
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐘𝗢𝗨 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖳𝗜𝗠𝗘, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐘 𝐓͟𝖶͟𝖨͟𝖭͟ ᵎᵎ
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( 📩: understood. will return with peanut butter. )

{ read! replying back to frostbite… }

( 📩: what happened with the last jars of peanut butter we had? )

{ since when did decepticon cassettes take interest in the wrecker statue. as long as she isn’t actively attempting to destroy it, all is well, he assumes. on with your patrol, pyro. }

( ❔ )

{ the cityspeaker is messaging him? when was the last time he’s ran into rotorstorm anyway… although he wishes to be helpful, he really hasn’t seen him as of late. sorry, sunwire! * 📩 }

i suppose i can do that.

{ as soon as pyro moves, the creature runs off in the opposite direction for safety! see you later, then. off to help with these crates. }

you want some help carrying them inside, or is it a secret?

{ the animal brushes further against pyro’s leg, not moving an inch out of his protection. he’s not sure if they’re a friend or foe yet! }

{ you’ve disturbed the animal!! escaping behind the larger wrecker, pyro raises up to view frostbite approaching. }

oh! hello, frostbite— what are you carrying? it’s alright, settle…

{ mumbling to the creature behind him. why are you so antsy now. }

{ feeding this stray by the base. it’s the same mechanimal that lingers by first aid’s apartment. maybe it sniffed springer’s scent around here. }

{ trust that his bowl will be CLEANED OUT in just a few minutes. don’t burn your glossa now, pyro… }

{ he’s comingggg. and he’s going to sit next to YOU, ironfist. it’d be awkward to take the one next to sunwire… well, for him. }

thank you for the meal. you really didn’t have to do all of this. ( 💧 )

huh? oh—

{ UP ON YOUR FEET SOLDIER!! }

{ what are they even watching right now. }

{ just two bros, sitting together on the couch. he’s offering ironfist the remote. }

ah… that should… help, yes. thank you.

{ she’s awfully thoughtful, quick to take a seat once the offer is put out there, massaging at his temples. }

is he alright?

okay. let’s go then— i’m going slow, though.

{ considering his cradling his own helm as it is, sliding off the bed! off you go, pyro. }

something smells good… don’t you smell it? either way— i need medicine. want me to get you some?

{ awakened by the smell of FOOD. he can just tell it’s savory, raising his frame to sit up. }

oh. hmm… okay. goodnight.

where… are we.

{ once he answers, pyro will be back out on a proper recharge cycle, don’t worry. }

{ wait. this isn’t his uncomfortable berth. immediately onlining his optics to be met with the most god awful headache known to man. }

ughh… ironfist…?

{ teehee… that tickles. }

{ snorreeee… }

{ snuggle. }

{ opening up a spot within the blankets. it’s drunk cuddling time, ironfist. }

ouhh. sorry…

{ being dragged. }

{ BONKS himself into the wall. that’s the left, pyro. other way. }