#[BUMBLEBEE

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@wcrkerbee​​

"Did we pick up another Autobot and nobody told me?" >:0!! Potential new friend.

    Ratchet just, sighed. Catharsis chuckled, and gave a small wiggle of wings at him.

    “Yes and no. I am Catharsis. My arrival was... unconventional, and I will have to leave again soon. But I’m very glad I can meet you before I do, Bumblebee. Ratchet cherishes you so greatly.”

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@wcrkerbee

Between Ratchet's helm and shoulders had become a perfect spot for napping and hiding, a definite favorite for the little Beeby. It's there that he wakes up, buzzing a little bothered noise.

Then there's a two-ton grown bot on Ratchet instead. Bumblebee whirrs in much startled confusion because what the fRAg why is he sideways where is he oh god they're gonna fall-- "Ratchet??"

    The unexpected change in weight on one side caused the medic to stagger with a stutter of vents, but he regained his balance, one arm instinctively reaching up and locking Bumblebee against his shoulder while he recovered to avoid dropping him to the floor. 

    At present, he was sincerely glad the muscle car was not any bigger.

    Exventing, Ratchet grumbled, “Hwat a way to return to your usual size...” Entirely illogical, honestly, but who really knew how that ‘magic’ worked.

    He then slowly moved Bumblebee from laying on his shoulder... to being held in his arms. “Yes, hello. I presume you do not remember?”

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@wcrkerbee

He's got snacks outside his door. :D

    Oh. That was thoughtful of someone. These were a good substitute, until he could prepare an actual meal for his low fuel level.

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The first thing he noticed is Ratchet's proximity to Optimus Prime. Right by the other mech's side, conversing with a familiarity that only comes when you've fought beside someone for countless years. // one of the only things ive seen of wfc is when bee meets ratchet and op and it lives rent free in my head

first thing noticed

{ CRYING OK BUT SAME. SAME. That is The Mission I replay occasionally. W f c really was like: bee didn’t know it yet but he just met two paternal figures and then they all had a mission together because that is the best bonding time we can give during a war game

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@wcrkerbee​

he can live his short AND tall king dreams by just placing himself Elsewhere

yes, he is a Good Comfy Size for almost anyone in addition to hug-shaped

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@wcrkerbee

Shoots his hand up. "IT IS OF VERY MUCH INTEREST--"

    Well then, you’ll have to give him a few minutes to depart, collect samples from his garden and containers, then return. Ratchet lays out an assortment of crystal colors and shapes, before pointing to each individually.

    “These are formed from monoammonium phosphate. They can be irritating to humans.     These are formed from chromium alum. Safe for humans.     These are copper sulfate, and they are not safe for humans.     Nickel Sulphate, not safe for humans.     Potassium ferricyanide, technically not toxic but still not the safest for humans.    And bismuth. Also not safe for humans.”

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sentences

@wcrkerbee

❛  i’m scared.  ❜

    The medic had been so lost in his own processor, there was a brief delay between hearing Bumblebee’s words and registering them. Round optics reappeared, shifting his focus to the young bot, before expanding his field to blanket him softly with unspoken assurances.

    “... It’s okay, to feel scared,” Ratchet’s tone was almost a whisper, “There is no shame in fear, despite some opinions.” I’m working on a solution.

    “That doesn’t mean you can allow being afraid to override thoughts and actions, but you are too strong for that.” And I’m here to share my strength. You’re not alone.

    The medic gently bumped the scout’s helm with his own.

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@anotherhumanpet

"Nose goes." Touches index finger to nose.

@wcrkerbee

"That's hardly fair, I don't HAVE a nose."

@polyhexianchicken

why are you touching your nose

    “... I was about to ask the same question.”

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@wcrkerbee

hey, remember that time i carried /you/ back to berth?

    bumblebee do not team up with jack on me, 2-to-1 are not fair odds and we are a fair and honest family

[autobotmedic]

@wcrkerbee​​

// HIS BELL BOTTOMS

{ what else am I supposed to call these????

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@wcrkerbee​

☎

[ Contact: ] Bumblebee

[ Notification Priority: ] Ignore | Default | Medium | High Interrupt [ status: recharge ] to receive: Calls | Messages | Images

[ Message Log: ]

    | Bumblebee | [ sent: optical video recording _ CurrentLandscape ]     | Self | You seem to have witnessed one of Earth’s more beautiful sunrises.     | Bumblebee | That was a fast reply. I thought it was still your repeatedly delayed recharge shift     | Self | ...     | Bumblebee | You cant see it but I am /squinting/     | Self | This is entrapment.

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@wcrkerbee

(gently bonks with a newspaper)

    what has he done to deserve this

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@wcrkerbee​

fervently wiggles doorwings at ratchet while he struggles to process All This Dad. its polite to wiggle back.

    This is incredibly precious and their size difference certainly does not help that feeling. Ratchet tilts his helm, noting the doorwings’ movements... Then significantly larger wings raise from their draped position, and although it’s not quite wiggling, they do go through a slow flutter cycle in response.

    A few moments later, Bumblebee is treated like certain other adopted children in that he is covered and held by one arm.

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I... do not think I did this correctly, oh well too late now.

@wcrkerbee | @sparkmender | @tenaciousflame @polyhexianchicken | @anotherhumanpet | @its-babe-disposal @rivenedwaltz | @sweet-smarts | @bngbby

[autobotmedic]

@wcrkerbee

Heavy pedesteps echo through these wide, concrete halls, and the faintest sound of scraping metal accompanies them; Bumblebee can't really muster up any grace in his movements, hasn't been able to since he woke up against the wall earlier, and now drags the tips of his digits along it as he walks. He doesn't quite feel like he needs it to be stabilized, but the extra sensory input is grounding.

Primus, he's tired. Overtaxed. Yet the day hasn't even started, sun barely breaching the horizon last he checked.

Years of experience keep his audials sharp, however, and a sound originating not from himself is hard to miss. Bumblebee stops walking and lifts his helm as these other pedesteps continue. They're heavier, more of a thud with a wide surface area than a thunk with anything else, but not heavy enough to be Bulkhead's --

Ah, it's Ratchet. His processor took so long to narrow it down that before he could think the designation, said medic had already walked into view.

Bumblebee ignores that and just blinks slowly in silent greeting.

    Ratchet blinked upon noting the familiar yellows of the scout, as well as the fact that he appeared distracted, in addition to being up and about.

    It had been a restless night for several of them, apparently. He momentarily questioned if nightmares were contagious, but the illogical thought was quickly disregarded as he stopped in front of Bumblebee.

    Although his armor carried the sheen of a recent shower, the ambulance’s antenna was folded down in an effort to limit his own sensory information to avoid overstimulation, he lacked the medipack he nearly always wore, his field was less professional and uncollected (although not nearly as distressed as it had been earlier), and he looked more tired than ever.

    With a tone that suggested he already knew the answer, rather than merely taking a guess, he exvented, “Troubled recharge?”