A little spark to heart
*First Aid holds tightly onto the fur at Ratchet's shoulder, trying his hardest not to fall. Normally he was supposed to be this height...so why did everything seem so big all of a sudden? Now he knows what it's like for their human friends whenever they have to hitch a ride on someone's shoulders. He smiles a little to himself as they enter the Ark, not so worried anymore. Ratchet wouldn't let him fall...well, alright let's rephrase that. He wouldn't let him get hurt. There's no one saying he wouldn't give him a good scare if the younger medic didn't hold on properly.*
*Upon entering the med bay he sees not the orderly room he's used to. There are things strewn about the room; bits and pieces from some project or other.* A little busy, were we sir? Probably explains the nap I found you in.
*Upon entering the med bay he sees not the orderly room he's used to. There are things strewn about the room; bits and pieces from some project or other.* A little busy, were we sir? Probably explains the nap I found you in.