I did a dumb thing.

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus sits on his berth, looking a little dented and worse for wear, but all the major damage from fighting a zombie version of Optimus Prime has been repaired

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[apprentice_lurk]

*'Boots might not be here at the minute, but that doesn't stop the beardlings from acting independently. They like the Prime, and seeing him upset has them creeping silently out of various hiding places around the City and trooping over to him, the ones that sent the information flitting up to rest on his shoulders and lean in, snuggling him, as the others fall in to lean against his feet,sit on his spoiler and nuzzle his back, pat his arms with tiny hands and do their best to reassure him. Safe now, looked after. Not let you hurt.

[ravenclaw_devi]

((Beardlings!! ^___^))

[giri_guy]

*From emo Prime to beardling perch...*

...Heh. ^_^;;; Thanks, you guys. *passes out skritches and energon goodies*

[apprentice_lurk]

*some of the more easily distracted happily take a goodie from his fingers and nibble on it, sitting haphazardly on red plating and dangling their feet contentedly enough, but others snuggle up under his fingers and look at him anxiously. Roddy still sad?*

[giri_guy]

Nah. Just learned a lesson, that's all. I'll get over it. *cheery grin*

.....

...yeah, a little.

[apprentice_lurk]

*the smaller group still leaning against him chirr softly, sympathetically, and the others momentarily distracted with the goodies look up to snuggle up again. Pretending being happy is bad. Be sad, then feel better after.*

*they chirr to him again, tiny bodies humming against his plating, and gradually the soft noise turns indisputably into a melody...it's not a recognisable song, it has no words or anything other than emotion behind it, but their voices blend into a soothing, almost sad chime that Roddy could probably feel as much as hear. The beardlings are singing for him*

[giri_guy]

*Well, he can't very well be angsty against that, can he? Smiling, Rodimus cradles the beardlings and purrs and just listens, letting himself be liked and loved and looked after.*

*There may be a slight tremor in his shoulders.*

[apprentice_lurk]

*they curl up against him, wings spread out to come closer to an all-around hug, patting his plating with bitty little hands and nuzzling him comfortingly as the air fills with their voices. Be sad, then feel better - not good to stay sad and hide. Let be sad, let it blow away, let be happy after.*

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus also curls up, sitting down with them to resemble a vaguely-ball-shaped Pile Of Beardlings with a spoiler sticking out. He'd been planning on waiting until he's alone to do this, but... the burden of memory is too much to bear anymore, and anyway he doesn't want to be alone as the doppelganger-Optimus's final moments replay and replay in his head.*

*Rodimus shuts his optics off and buries himself in beardlings.*

[apprentice_lurk]

*low, comforting flutes and chirrs, tiny hands and wings and nuzzles, sad and comforting and wiping the sorrow away all at once. Whatever else may be going through Rodimus' head, at least he can see and hear and feel that he is not alone.*