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Good and bad get kind of blurry when each side is essentially trying to murder the hell out of the other side. I guess Autobots are the good guys because we tried to minimise casualties and didn't try to Cyberform other planets.

[he shakes his head.]

There's no point going into detail; the war's over now. Whirl as an empurata victim and Tarn are the only ones you need to know about.

[and pharma, but riptide doesn't register that just yet.]

[He still looks unsettled, squirming a little in his seat on Riptide's knee. He'd known that the war was bad, but was it this bad in his own universe? Probably. War isn't exactly ever a good thing. He doesn't really want to think about the things Ratchet probably did as a field medic, or even Omega-Supreme. The damage he'd caused whe fighting against the Decepticons was pretty devestating. Picturing that on a larger scale... with bots from every side all mixed together? It makes him feel queasy again.

Autobots were supposed to protect life. That's what Prowl and Prime went on about. Maybe that's why Ratchet was so jaded. He'd seen too many awful things. Suddenly, Bumblebee has a newfound appreciation for the medic.

Bumblebee nods, not quite meeting Riptide's optics. He's got a lot to think about, a lot of questions that don't really have answers. A lot of those questions being ones he has to ask himself. It takes him a moment before he says anything.]

--How am I supposed to avoid Whirl if my room doesn't have a wall anymore?

Well, I'd say stay with me but Sideswipe is my roomie and I get the feeling you two would bust down our other wall...

[he shrugs, careful not to move his knee too much.]

Ask Rodimus or Ratchet if you can stay with them until it's fixed, I guess. Actually, speaking of Ratchet... did you see him? You don't look like you did.

[Bumblebee pulls a face at the idea of rooming with Sideswipe and just shrugs.] I'll figure something else out. I doubt Sideswipe wants the wrong Bee in his face all the time.

[At Riptide's next question, Bee looks at the parts of his paint job that are scuffed and scratched.]

I don't need to see him, I'm fine.

I want you to take a good long look at where you're sitting and consider how well you'd be able to get away. He will want to see you.

[riptide isn't exactly best friends with ratchet, but he knows the medic well enough.]

I can take you back now, or you can have him hunting you down. Your call.

[LOOK AT THIS FACE, RIPTIDE.]

Do I have to? He's just gonna shout at me.

I can come with you if you want.

[he shrugs.]

And he'd shout at you more if he had to come hunt you down.

Yeah...

[Bumblebee huffs, trying to cheer himself up a little. Come on ego, come back.] I'm okay, though. I didn't get shot too bad, I'm way too fast for a 'bot like Whirl to catch me.

[riptide snorts a little.]

Oh, yeah. You haven't seen Whirl really try to catch someone. I wasn't kidding about that Ultra Magnus thing.

Edited 2016-06-13 21:56 (UTC)

[Why are you trying to kill the mood, Riptide.]

I don't wanna see it.

You might if we're especially unlucky.

[riptide shakes his head, then decides it's time to go home. he stands up, at the same time gently grabbing bee by the scruff of his robot neck.]

Time for your check up, mate.

Hey! [He yelps as he's grabbed, squirming in the much larger mech's grip, legs flailing around and servos going up to where Riptide's fingers are up by his scruff.]

Put me down!

Nope.

[bee's hands do Nothing. riptide stands up to his full height, cocking his head at bee.]

This is happening.

[Bumblebee continues to squirm.]

Why is this happening?!

I told you why!

I can walk, Boat-bot!

[He's stopped squirming as much though, looking down at how far it is to fall.]

Oh, I know. But I'm pretty sure you'll just run away and I'm not really in the mood to chase after you.

[how does it feel, bee. that's what riptide sees every day.]

[He tucks his legs up a little because wow that's really far down. And he's not sure he likes being just dangled like this.]

--This is really high up!

Wow. I'm not even holding you up to me eye level.

[riptide wonders what it would be like to be small while he shifts bee into the crook of his arm, so he's not hanging so awkwardly.]

There. Quit wriggling.

[Bee shuffles right against Riptide's arm, holding onto any pieces he can get his hands onto to keep him secured. He's staring at the floor still, watching Riptide's feet as they walk back toward the ship.]

Uh, newsflash! You're slagging huge! And it's really far down!

You know, Tailgate loves being carried. Here I thought it was a minibot thing.

[riptide can't help but laugh. maybe bee is afraid of heights, which is too bad.]

[There's a definite huff at being called a minibot, but it's a phrase that Bumblebee is slowly getting more and more used to, especially when it's the bigger bots using it. It seemed to actually be a thing where they're from. Not a poke at his size.]

Nope! Not a fan! Why are you so big, Boat-bot?

Well, I had to be able to work on rough water and possibly assist in transporting other mechs. So I guess that's why.

[built for one purpose! yay!]

Or, you know. I just am.

[Bumblebee opens his mouth and then quickly shuts it again, looking up at the horizon as it slowly moves closer. He's not sure if he's hit a nerve or not.]

I'm gonna go with that you're just big to make me feel even smaller.

[he snorts, continuing to watch the vista, relaxing against Riptide's arm.]

--I gotta say. Can't complain about the view.

Tailgate has said the exact same thing.

[he says with a snort, making it EVEN MORE AMBIGUOUS IF BEE HIT A NERVE OR NOT.]

Is that some height jealousy I hear?

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