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“Can this wait until after breakfast at the earliest?”

Jo-Ann's arms crossed over her chest, her big puppy dog eyes pleading down at him from where he sat. "It'll literally take five seconds!" She whimpers, clutching the scrap of paper she had with her in one hand, the other holding closely her crayon rosery. She was the more persistent twin, if not the more whimpish and annoying. It was hard to get a scope on Jo, either she was whimpering or complaining, or she was peacefully quiet without a care in the world. One could never fully grasp this girl.

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Some rough doodles to start the day off!

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The injured and the healers.  Sentence starters.  (possible triggering content)

(injured)

“P-Please help me.  It hurts”

“It seems I’ve died and gone to heaven those wound were worse than I thought. At least I have a pretty angel by my side. Hello angel”

“I-I’m fine.  Just a flesh wound or okay a few flesh wounds”

“I can’t look. How bad is it? No wait,don’t tell me”

“Ow, ow don’t touch it!”

“Do you know how to properly care for the injured? You just don’t look very qualified, no offense” 

“DOCTOR. I NEED A DOCTOR”  

“I- I can’t feel anything. Why can’t I feel anything?”

“This can’t be happening”

“Thank you for helping me. Thank you so much”

“Sorry I think that’s my blood”

“You really are an angel. Thank you for saving me”

“It appears that I’ve been impaled but that’s okay. You should see the other guy”

“I just need some ice. A lot of ice”

“I can’t really sleep with all these bandages,  very constricting”  

“I was supposed to protect you and here you are saving me. I’m sorry”

“I don’t feel too good”

“WHY IS THE ROOM SPINNING?”

“How can you tell if you have a concussion?”

“You’re so gentle, no wonder you’re a healer”

“I NEED HEALING”

“Oh. I really hope that’s not my leg”

“Please stay awhile longer. I’m still be bit shaken”

“You’re not very gentle with the injured. OUCH”

“I want someone else to take care of me. You’re terrible”

“You’ve done enough stitching. Stop it”

“Wow.  It doesn’t hurt at all. You’re incredible”

(The healer:) 

“Please, I just want to help you”

“You’re hurt, come here!”

“Stop moving, it’ll only make it hurt more”

“It’s okay shhh i’m here”

“Does it hurt when I touch it”

“Don’t move, you’ve lost a lot of blood’

“Don’t get up,  you hit your head really hard”

“I’ll make the pain go away,  just hold on”

“How are you feeling? You’ve been out for days”

“I thought you were dead when I found you. You’re lucky to be alive”

“You need to stop being so reckless I’m tired of crying over you.  This is like the tenth time you’ve almost died in front of me”

“Stop hurting yourself”

“Please, I can’t lose you”

“C’mon, wake up. You’re okay now”

“You’re not dead, silly”

“What you did was very brave, stupid but brave”

“I’ll scold you when you’re healed up, okay?”

“Want me to kiss it better you big baby?”

“I’ll stay with you. I’m worried your wounds might open up again”

“What, not even going to thank me for saving your life?”

“No, no. You don’t have to pay me”

“I’m a doctor!”

“You’re going to be okay.”

“You poor thing, who did this to you?”

“Shhh, save your breath. I’ll take care of you”

“Healing is kinda my thing”

“Next time you’re hurt don’t expect me to help!”

“DON’T YOU DIE ON ME, YOU HEAR ME (NAME)”

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"It shouldn't." Jo quickly pushed Jim's leg, making the shorter freeze up and grab onto Megatron's shoulder plating a bit tighter. He gives his sibling a narrow glare, before the two settle down again. They acted like sparklings around each other, Jo-Ann getting worked up by Jim, Jim getting worked up by Jo-Ann. The cycle never ends... As they passed through the garden, Jo-Ann spots one of the various things Rung had made, decorating the area, just as they slipped back inside. "Well, we weren't exactly expecting to show up here." Jo-Ann spoke gently, "Our ship had some malfunctions while we were flying nearby and we were sort of curious over the construction." "Always something interesting laying around when Cybertronians are digging." Jim says this in a way that may come off a bit devious, but wasn't exactly intending to. His voice sort of had that inflection to it, the type that made him suspicious. Jo-Ann gives him another look. "We aren't here to steal, I promise." Sher nervously sputters out, knitting her fingers together nervously.

Megatron stares out over the garden, the peace they’ve made, the home they’ve build, and exvents softly through the vent openings on his tummy. 

“If you are twins, does older really matter?” Were twins not created at the exact same time? Or is he referring to the idea that whoever was made exactly first was ‘older’? He would not know.

He was made in a batch.

“The quiet is preferable, in the aftermath,” he starts, though he adds a bit wryly, “although is usually means someone is up to something, in which case I begin what I am doing now, which is patrolling. And if you stick around long enough, you will get to meet him. He is.. orange.”

Megatron changes, for a lack of better term, when he talks about his husband, mouth twisting up into an almost helpless smile. “He is also very kind. A lot of the knitted things you see hanging up or hanging over the backs of things are his. He gets cold easily.”

Megatron begins to prowl the edges of the perimeter, and then ducks back inside, careful to keep the two on his shoulder from falling when he shifts inside. Some of the doorways are too small, still, and he is very big.

“What are you doing here, though? I might have thought you both would find somewhere nicer. The construction here isn’t exactly done.”

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Munday <3

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Cont;;; @sparkmender

"Puppies!" Jim cried, scoffing and folding his arms in an indignant way, his nose poking up into the air. "He referred to us as dogs??" He seemed rather disturbed by this, but Jo couldn't help but let out a rippling, bubbling bout of laughter at the other's question. "I think it's cute! Come on, he's been through enough!" She whispers this last bit. "I'm Jo-Ann, he's Jim-Bob." Jo spoke up, her voice sweet and youthful, much more springy than poor Jim. Jim's was rough, gruff, pinchy and nippy where it shouldn't be. "Sorry about- you know- talking about you in front of you." The bubble they float in levitates gingerly toward Rung, but not in his way thankfully. It blipped and bobbled to its landing on the table top. There it stuck, dropping the pair on their heads. Rough landing.

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They take to his shoulder like little rats, Jo clambering on first, followed by an impatient Jim. They settled comfortably on his shoulder, Jim's legs swinging out a bit as they dangled off the broad barrel of the large mech's shoulder cuff. Damn that was high up. Jo had to cling to one of the pieces of kibbling behind her as he moved about, her hair floating alongside her as they moved. "Thank you for the offer." Jo-Ann began, her hand patting Megatron's shoulder as she sunk down for a better angle. She didn't want him crooning his neck too badly, he'd get a crick. "We're twins." Jim spoke up, motioning back to Jo. "I'm the older, she's the younger." For twins, they sure weren't identical. While Jim sported short, stubby features, Jo had elegant, long limbs, and her face was broad, sterner, yet far more friendly than Jim's scowling. "Do you and your husband like it here? It's a bit quiet!" Jo speaks up softly, tucking her hair back into a pony tail. She flicked her wrist, and a glimmer of light expanded into her hand, forming into a rubber band, which she carefully ties about her hair.

Megatron’s expression briefly goes constipated, just briefly, as the two land in his servo. They are so.. small. Not that he worries he will crush them, he is careful, but this does not alleviate the feeling of.. concern.

He has been greatly concerned, as of late. Wonder what that’s about.

He lifts them up, up, and offers them his shoulder, instead, if they would prefer that over being seated in his palm like a too small cyberkitten. 

“I see. That makes you not unlike me.” It was a little easier to relate to someone who seemed to have a similar core; Megatron turns, drifting towards the kitchen, and then past it, outside, to the garden, where crystalline flowers and vines have begun crawling their way up the poles offered. “This is the Pious Pools, and this temple is slowly being rebuilt for Rung, my conjunx. Husband. You’re welcome to stay, if you would like- we find ourselves taking in all manner of-” Strays? Outcasts? “People who need refuge.”

These two were certainly close, though. He hadn’t missed those looks between them. “Are you.. related?” That’s the correct word, he believes. Organics have ‘siblings’. Sisters, and brothers, and a number of other terms he was still learning. 

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She couldn't help but coo at the sweet way the other spoke, regardless of how broken and choppy it was, he had such an air of cuteness that hung around him. Perhaps he was in need of help! Jojo was great at helping! Best babysitter this side of Australia. "Oh, that's my brother." She giggled, ringing her foot back and wholloping Jim-Bob in the calf, sending the other twin reeling and rolling out of the barn on his side. "HOLY SH-" She mutes, before clicking the comm back on and snickering. "So, Wazzpinator..." She began, mimicking the zz in his voice, if only on accident. Echolalia was a thing after all. "Where are you from? You sound like, I dunno...Cybertronian?" She asked, raising her brows as Jim came back swinging. He didn't get far, her hand reaches out and snatches him by his reseeding hairline, restraining him away from her as she carried on her cute conversation. "I'm not from Earth either, I'm actually from Rukri!"

It took almost exactly 2 seconds for waspinator to realise that this wasn't the line he was hoping for, almost hanging up till the sweet voice spoke... She sounded so nice? Maybe there was no harm in continuing the call.

His wings fluttered as her voice continued, his optics looking over the room before landing on somewhere for him to sit while he talked to the other being on the other side of the communication.

"I iz well- Wazzpinator!" He started, nervousness still lingering in his voice but not so much anymore. "No you are not friend Wazzpinator iz looking for but new friend iz better!" He happily told her over the com.

Maybe she might know his friend? No... She sounded organic. Not many organics knew of many cybertronians so there was little chance that she'd know of his ant friend.

"Wazzpinator hearzzzz other voice?"

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Cont;;; @wazzpinator-do-not-know

She paused, only a moment, taking a breath to better contemplate how to address this. Waspinator? That sounded distinctly Cybertronian, and if that was the case, who else had access to this line? "Hello~!" Her voice was sweet, soft, warm and smooth like ice cream with a slice of piping hot pie. She wondered if Cybertronians had pie... "My name is Jo-Ann." She leans back again, her brother stomping his way into the barn, his hands in his pockets. "What." Came an annoyed murmur, nudging her arm, but only getting a swat in return. "I am not sure if I'm the friend you're looking for, but I don't mind being your friend!"

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[Missed call]

[No voicemail left]

- @wazzpinator-do-not-know

@wazzpinator-do-not-know Jo-Ann flicked her comm link on, testing it for their next mission while she settled reclined in one of the barn chairs. Before she could continue, the alert of a missed call came up, and she rose a brow. This was a private line, something they had set up themselves... How did someone get ahold of this? "Jim?" She called out to her twin, pressing redial to call the number back.

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Dear mun, A reminder of the lady herself from a while ago 🥺🫶

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MUSE SHAMING

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Jo-Ann and Jim-Bob full references

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They exchange looks once more, before Jo-Ann snatched the bag from the top of the bubble and wrapped it up, tucking it into her pocket. No need to liter, not in a place this trashed. While Megatron's servo settled beneath the bubble and attempted to move it, it slowly turned and wavered with his motions. "Hold on!" The bubble, upon Jo-Ann losing her balance, popped, landing the pair into the palm of Megatron's servo. They didn't seem to need oxygen, neither of their chests were moving how usual humans chests moved when taking in air- considering...there was no air here. But they seemed to be functioning properly, albeit a bit mechanical. "Well-" Jim huffed, slow to get to his feet, his sister already standing and offering a hand, which he rejects. "Rukrians are these things, in our chests." He motions to the sphere embedded into the skin of his ribcage. Forbidden rock. "You know how Cybertronian's have sparks? Think that, just with microbots caught in a vacuum chamber super charged by the power of 25,400 rem."

He.. didn’t know others put meanings to the stone, moreso than Drift did. He gets the feeling that Drift and Jo-Ann would get along.

“How does this bubble work?” He doesn’t know what Rukrians are, admittedly, but then.. he’d been a little bit busy with the War. A lot of races had come and gone. Perhaps they were simply lucky to stay out of their crossfire.

His optics follow the bag to the roof the the bubble, cycling slowly.

“I see. We have entered a much more peaceful era, so perhaps we might enter.. talks, in the future. I am no stranger to war hunger, but it is difficult to unlearn a behavior after four million years.”

He studies the little beings a moment, and then moves his servo to see if the bubble will follow him.

“Tell me something- what is a Rukrian? Are you able to breathe? I don’t need to, but I was under the impression organics and semi organics needed to inhale.” He can admit where his fault lies- lack of knowledge hits him, at times.

“I will answer your questions, if you’ve any.”