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[heelys]

"Hey! I'm not here right now because I'm probably doing something awesome but leave a message and I'll get back to you when I get bored enough!"

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[heelys]

[Bee just stares at him. Because it's not a big deal.]

You think that's bad? There's a human on Earth that built a thing called a 'headmaster' unit, and he basically just cut Bulkhead's head off and stole his body. I had to carry Bulk's head around while he complained about it, it was kinda funny.

[knaval]

I--

[he's speechless. that is absolutely horrific.]

[heelys]

[Bee is sensing that maybe that wasn't the best story to tell.]

He got better.

[knaval]

Let's not-- let's not talk about... losing body parts anymore.

[or ever. at all. riptide walks a little quicker.]

[heelys]

He was okay! It was just kinda annoying more than actually hurting him or anything.

[but he knows when to quit it and shuts his mouth, bumping up and down against Riptide's arm as he walks faster.]

--I'm... Sorry. I... I forget how different our universes are sometimes.

[knaval]

It's fine. Just-- dismemberment isn't really a great topics for a load of guys who've seen their friends... in the war, you know?

[just gonna..,,, keep walking.]

[heelys]

[YOU FUCKED UP KIDDO.

Bumblebee frowns and looks back over the vista, leaning against Riptide's arm.]

Yeah. Yeah, you're right. [He might be shrinking a little smaller against him.] Sorry.

[knaval]

It's fine. It happens.

[riptide is annoyed with himself for being affected. he feels so... emotional, recently.]

[heelys]

[Bumblebee lets the awkward silence settle over them, fiddling with his fingers. After a few minutes, he gives a small vent.]

Sometimes I just don't know how to speak to any of you. I have a list of things I shouldn't say and it just keeps getting longer.

[knaval]

Keep it in mind. Four million years of war does a lot to people.

[sorry, bee. he's not just gonna say HAHA DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT BRO]

How old are you, anyway?

[heelys]

I know! It's just. Yeah.

[HE NEEDS TO LEARN.]

Huh? Oh, uh. 852 stellar cycles? [he looks a little sheepish.]

[knaval]

...No, really.

[heelys]

[he's crossing his arms over his chassis and scowling into the horizon.]

It's not that young.

[knaval]

Are you kidding me? I don't even remember what I was doing when I was that age.

[that's true, he does. but it's not suitable for bee to be told about.]

I don't even know how... there's no hotspots! No sparks, how?

[heelys]

[Omg does this mean he gets the PG version of everything now. Outrageous.]

I know bots who are only a few Earth months old because of the AllSpark fragments. Don't you have that?

[knaval]

No. Ask Ratchet when we get back, maybe he'll tell you about how we're all a bunch of morons who doomed ourselves to extinction.

[you know, unless more sparks happen. which they did, to be fair.]

[heelys]

He already asked why I was this old and asked me about it already. It's not that big a deal.

[knaval]

...No, I guess it's not.

[riptide falls silent again, clomping back towards the ship.]

[heelys]

If I'm old enough to apply to join the Elite Guard, then I'm old enough to look after myself. [HARUMPH.]

[knaval]

I literally have no idea what that is.

[sounds pretentious tho.]

[heelys]

--Are you serious?! It's only the best thing a bot can ever hope to be! You get to go on cool missions in space and work your way up to becoming a Prime!

[He pauses, scratching the back of his helm] I didn't get in. Sorta gave it all up to help out a friend instead. But I'm kinda glad since I don't have to deal with Sentinel anymore than I need to.

[knaval]

Don't you need the Matrix to be Prime? [riptide understand Different Timelines and all that, but... seriously.

also:] --Sentinel? Isn't that guy dead? Like... ages ago? I was pretty garbage at history but I'm sure Megatron killed him or something.

[heelys]

--What's a Matrix? [he's blinking a little curiously.] And don't you mean a Prime? There's like... four I can think of off the top of my processor. Well. Three, since Longarm Prime turned out to be a Decepticon double agent.

[at his next question Bumblebee has to laugh.]

What? No. He's super alive and super awful. He was my drill sergeant at the Academy. He's now one of the leaders of the Elite Guard. And a Prime.

[knaval]

I guess for you? Oh! When we time travelled to when he was still Prime he had an Elite Guard. He kept trying to murder Optimus and wiped out a bunch of--

[pg version, riptide. don't tell the baby.]

--Never mind. Megatron ended up punching a hole through him, anyway. You're gonna have to tell me more about your timeline later.

[heelys]

[Bumblebee grimaces, leaning back against Riptide's arm heavily.]

Man, it's gonna take a while to get used to all this scrap. It's making my processor hurt.