𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛 𝘈𝘐𝘋. ⚕

you don’t think his work couldn’t have found him a place already? hrm.

{ oddly, he wonders if he could possibly meet up with this kitt person— but if it means also running into his evil counterpart, he’d count himself out. }

either way… i’m sorry that happened to you.

huh… it sounds important. i sure hope he doesn’t face any harm while he’s here. cybertron isn’t as kind as earth can be— especially if he isn’t from here.

human based technology… you should know better than to underestimate them, after all, you’ve got verity as a true example. heh.

{ where there’s good, there’s always bad to follow. }

kitt is his… enemy, you said? when did you meet him?

what…? so, he tried to… attack you or something?

{ now this is weird— especially if this individual went after someone like springer. is he INSANE? }

how creepy. he knew i had just gotten off of work, and what my name was…

mm, silver and black paint job? bright, yellow optics… deep voice. very— er, ominous sounding.

i thought maybe it was nothing— but now i think i fully freaked myself out. er, he didn’t give me his name, but he said he wasn’t of this planet.

ah— it’s probably nothing… i had stopped for a quick drink at suborbitals, and i was joined by a mech, one who i haven’t ever seen before.

{ fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. }

he was asking about shockwave but, er, knew a little too much about * me in the process.

mmn… no. i am now, but i just feel too off to work. ( 💧 )

{ hopefully he doesn’t look too lazy to springer, sitting up in bed. }

i had the strangest interaction last night too, i suppose i feel on edge.

{ yaaawwnn… he really did call out after yesterday. that was a weird day. }

{ how did he know his name… HE DID NOT SAY HIS NAME TO HIM AT ALL— * 😰❔}

oh, yes. he has a knack for that. nothing is considered too far for decepticons. countless creations have lived and died by his hand, no doubt.

why are you curious about shockwave?

yes… he’s a scientist, if one can really call him that.

{ a torturer is more like it. siiip. }

{ COUGH— shockwave?! sentence after sentence, this mech seems a little troubling, but first aid doesn’t seem too suspicious of him quite yet. }

er, shockwave is a very dangerous and demented individual… he’s not really able to be summed up so easily, regarding his history. ( 💧 )

{ oh my GODDDD— just smile and be social for a touch longer, first aid. }

hello… evening.

{ siiiipp. who’s this guy? }

{ please do not perceive him. he’s not on the clock anymore, and he’s quite literally exhausted. though his drink is rather sparkly when it finally comes out to him… retracting his medical mask to siiip! always gotta have that curly straw. }

{ that’s why he’s in his own booth instead of those noisy conversation pits! the waitress comes over to take the medic’s order, quick to shuffle off. same as always, he doesn’t branch out too often. }

{ settling in his own booth in suborbitals. a drink before he heads home for the night, what could happen? }

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐘𝗢𝗨 𝙒𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖳𝗜𝗠𝗘, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐌𝐘 𝐓͟𝖶͟𝖨͟𝖭͟ ᵎᵎ
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{ can this shift go by any slower. there isn’t many patients in today either… }

{ AHHH! the medic’s grip upon his shoulders increases, but he doesn’t seem to shy away immediately. surprisingly enough. rubbing soothing circles into the metal… }

great…

{ he grins in return, happily pressing their lips together for a more passionate kiss this time around. seemingly can’t get enough, can he? }

i try my best. does this mean you’re home for today? at least, for a little while…?

{ nudging his cheek against his, already flushed with his touch. he embarrasses so easily, especially when he hasn’t seen springer in a few days. * ♨️ }

{ settling into his new seat, consider himself comfortable as can be. there’s no other place he’d rather be, considering how close he’s remaining to the other, he’s even pressing a few more kisses along the side of his face. }

were you worried? i only traveled from the clinic and back one time.

mm—! really?

{ yes, dummy. he’s quite literally making it obvious, taking small steps backwards towards the couch. the affection is returned in full, his visor dimming the slightest amount while his servos rub at springer’s shoulders. }

well, you didn’t miss much, at least… nothing interesting.

it better not get any worse. if i can’t get to work tomorrow, the director might blow a gasket…

{ he murmurs while stepping around springer’s frame, winding directly back where he started, leaning up for a kiss. much needed, considering he was about to drink. }

i’m okay. i just missed you.

i, um— no! well, just… something to pass the time. i thought the snow was still too heavy out there... i’m happy you’re here.

{ setting the bottle aside in favor of approaching the wrecker instead, overlooking any damage to his frame first. it’s been awhile! }

have you been okay?

{ WHAT!! he just grabbed the bottle too, what a bad look for the returning wrecker. }

s - springer?

{ day five of no springer. he’s this close to raiding the alcohol cabinet. * 🫩 }

considering his case, i think that would be best, but we’ll see how he does on the medication first. we’ll be in touch. take your time exiting, there’s no rush. safe travels.

{ slipping out of the door! }