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yeah and i never smacked a prisoner in my custody around

the kit in the black case

and the open clock with the weird looking metal bits

if you get it

i wont beat you with your own limbs]

im not making any promises birdbrain!!

[He's using the excuse of seeing Ratchet to come into the Medibay, and he doesn't go over to Whirl straight away, instead talking with the Doc-bot for a bit. Whirl will be able to see that he's holding the kit close to his chassis though.]

[Whirl is bored, and is basically staring up at the medbay ceiling until he sees Bee and then he tips his helm and he watches like a creepy lamp from the other side of the room.]

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

[ The lamp is watching.]

[Bumblebee shoots Whirl a look but continues his conversation with Ratchet because U CAN WAIT.]

[Whirl cannot wait, he has been bored. Come here. He crosses his rotors and glares across the room. Angry lamp.]

[It takes him a few more minutes before he finally comes over, giving Whirl's legs--or lack of--a look over before handing him the toolkit.

Don't say I never did you any favors.

[Whirl makes a sound that's closer to a mechanized trill than anything else and happily takes the packet of tools in claw. He looks at it probably the same way someone would look at a child and unrolls it, counting every thing to make sure it's in place almost obsessively before settling.

Finally after a very long moment Whirl acknowledges Bee.]

....You aren't the worst.

[ In Whirl, it's almost a thank you.]

[Bumblebee watches with mild curiosity as he nudges each tool carefully like a mother hen would her chicks, and ends up just sort of settling next to the berth. He's not exactly got anywhere to go and well. Whirl wasn't the scariest Autobt he knew right now And he's enough of a distraction that it's actually helping him forget about Riptide.

Bee leans against the berth, peering at the tools and wondering how Whirl even gets his claws to work properly to make clocks. He feels like asking that sort of thing would just undo all this progress to not murdering him they'd achieved.]

It's mostly because you won't stop bugging me and the Doc-bot. You're really annoying, y'know that? And I should know, I'm like, annoying champion back home.

Edited 2016-07-17 22:54 (UTC)

I never stop bugging people. It's part of my charm.

[Said in the most deadpan way imaginable. He looks over at Bee for a moment like he's judging something but then continues on prodding at his tools. He folds out the smaller part of his claw to put one back into place that was moved by moving the kit, and then he gives something of a full body shrug, mini claw reaching over and pulling the tool out he actually had intended to go for before he was distracted by one being out of place.

He uses the other claw to pick up the piece he'd been working on, checking it for any sudden glass.]

You look terrible.

[He says this without actually looking at Bee.]

[Bumblebee sits there quietly, watching with blatent curiosity at how Whirl is going about organising and examining the pieces. Is there even a need for clocks? Didn't he have one built into his processor? How long had he been making clocks anyway? All questions he has to bite his tongue from accidentally blurting out.

Bumblebee scowls a little, looking up at Whirl from over his arm leaning on the berth.] Says the guy with no legs right now. [There's no actual vitriol behind it, just exhaustion.]

It's been a long week, okay. It's not like I have time for recharge right now.

[He turns one of the cogs over in his claws, and then his optic narrows. Tourbillons were not exactly meant to be made by claws, which meant that often times he sat there staring at it instead of actually working on it, and then went back to trying the more digital varieties. At least then when he failed it didn't make his spark twist. It just was irritating. But for the moment he's not feeling terribly awful, only bored and itching to do something, and if he's holding the pieces he can at least pretend he's actually going to make some headway in turning the bits of metal into something beautiful.

He is still looking intently at the small piece when he starts talking again.]

You got time, Bee. Got plenty of it.

[He looks down with his optic without ever actually changing the placement of his helm.]

There's probably nothing you can do and people better made for cleaning, so scrap it all and recharge.

[Bumblebee leans to rest his head on the arm he's got rested on the Berth, watching Whirl move those pieces of metal around lazily. The kid looks exhausted but far more repaired than last Whirl saw him, hving been seen to by Ratchet in the meantime.

He's not even sure if this is a subject he should be bringing up with Whirl, since they were sort of mortal enemies, but hey. Starscream saved his life and Megatron tried to take the place of Optimus. It's been a weird week.]

Okay, scratch that. I can't recharge. [he draws small circles with his servo on the berth, frowning at it.] It's not like I haven't tried.

[Whirl actually turns his helm to look at the kid.

...And then looks at the room when Bee looks down like he's trying to see if there is a better person for this. There has to be. Ratchet? Tailgate? Rodimus? Rung should just pop out of the floor or through dimensions to save him from this. That's what he's supposed to do, right? ~~A more adulty adult.~~

Whirl looks back down at him and vents dramatically.]

Not that I care, but let me guess. Got all that pesky conscience stuff acting up?

[He picks up the tool he'd normally be using, mostly because he's being watched and so he should probably at least make an attempt to look like he's actually going to do something.]

It's loads easier if you just tell that little voice to go frag itself.

[Bumblebee is actually surprised when Whirl gives him advice. He was expecting the bot to ignore him or tell him he's being dumb or something. But it... Actually looks like he's trying to help. And that confuses Bee way more, but it wouldn't be the first head spin he's experience since being here. Starscream and Megatron are testament to that.

He blinks up at Whirl from where he's resting on his arm.]

It's easier for you--you've been doing this forever. [He looks back at the marks he's been making.] The war is over where I'm from. It's been over for millions of stellar cycles--it's not like we need to learn this stuff. I never killed anything before--... Yeah.

[Whirl notices where a screw is loose, and actually changes out tools to fix it, using one smaller pincer to pick up the new tool while the other sets down the first. It would bother him if he left it like that. The entire point of his claw rotates in its well as he tightens the screw in place. He is actually listening, as much as it looks like he isn't. If anything, listening is why he's actually doing something, anything to appear uninterested.]

War's over where I'm from, too. It doesn't mean scrap. There are always people fighting, and there's always people making things worse. It's just the way it is. Universe is ugly, Bee. It just is. The sooner you learn that, sooner you can recharge.

[He's somehow unsurprised that the scraplet hadn't offlined anything before now. He's known mechs who onlined with more of a sense of the way things worked than this brat. Ugh. Where is literally anyone else to deal with this. Riptide's all mushy. Can't he take care of this? He vents, dramatically, and then points at Bee with a screwdriver that is ridiculously small compared to Whirl himself. It's no wonder he has to use the smaller claws to even try to hold it.]

Look. They were shooting at you, right? They wouldn't have stopped until everyone on this slagheap was grey or dead or so fulla holes nothing would've done a thing. T'me, it's an easy answer, there.

[Bee continues to watch with some interest, if only because seeing Whirl doing something so delicate and tiny is sort of fascinating. He lifts a servo to rub at his optics, squinting tiredly.]

I guess. But Optimus is always telling us that we're on Earth to help protect life... And. [he pauses, burying his face into the crook of his arm.] There was so much... Red. I never wanted to see the inside of an organic before and now all I can see is them being... Squished in Riptide's servos.

[ Whirl goes back to poking at the piece in his hands, and then turns it over to check the other screws as Bee talks. And then Whirl catches on to what Bee is saying and oh. Well. That explains why he's hearing about this and not Riptide. Ah. Okay.

Right.

Jeeze. Organics are gross. They're still in his plating. ]

Do you want me to tell it like it is or do you want me to lie to you.

[A beat.]

Cause the truth is, protecting life or protecting anything means something loses. People make the hard calls and people die. There's no good guys in this stuff. Never is. The good guys end up dead, or they end up not being not so good anymore.

[Bumblebee goes quiet as Whirl talks again, venting a shaky sigh. Everybot has been saying that it's okay, that there was nothing he could've done to stop it from happening. But nobody actually explained why in a way that made sense. Whirl was making sense, which isn't something that apparently happens often..]

Y-yeah. [his vocaliser cracks as he processes what Whirl said. He droops further down against his arm, settling to get more comfortable.] Man, the universe sucks.

[Whirl is still checking the screws, each one of them takes a full moment of his attention, making sure it's even and level and tightened. One thing wrong can mess with the whole aesthetic and function, and then where are you? When Bee speaks again, Whirl makes a sound that's probably more like a crackle than anything else, but it's a laugh.]

Now you're getting the picture.

[Whirl sounds surprisingly calm as he continues.]

I thought you couldn't be as dumb as you looked.

And you're not as much of an glitchhead as you looked. [It's not said with any particular malice or weight, he's far too exhausted to give Whirl a proper fight right now. The way that he's fixing the clock is sort of hypnotic to watch, and Bumblebee finds himself slipping closer and closer to recharge. There's a long silence as Whirl works, Bumblebee still thinking.]

Will it ever--... [He cuts himself off, burying his face into the crook of his arm.] Does it ever stop hurting?

Edited 2016-07-27 23:06 (UTC)

Nope.

[That answer is immediate.]

Things never stop. Why would they?

[He pauses, and then points at Bee with the screwdriver again.]

There are just periods of things sucking less in between periods of the universe being a horrible place.

[There's a beat, and then Whirl taps him on the helm with the end of it.]

But you're not dead. So, there is that. Things could always be worse.

[Bumblebee looks up at him from the crook of his arm, frowning when he's poked with the screwdriver.]

Gee, way to fill me up with hope.

Edited 2016-08-02 20:59 (UTC)

[Whirl vents, and there's another one of those crackling half laughs.]

Do you want me to lie to you?

[Bumblebee droops further into the crook of his arm.] Not really, no.

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