Nexus. The Black Dog. So A Guy Walks Into A Bar...

[tigereyedrogue]

...with a talking tiger cub supported by one arm and an eeny tiny 'bot cradled in the other. He's moving in about the way that your average medical Bot would if attempting to carry a human infant: that is, very very very carefully and with a slight look of "eek" on his face. "Hang in there, little guy. If anything, we can get you fed here

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Megatron finds himself snuggling, though he doesn't really understand the action. One small hand closes over a handful of Daimon's shirt as he looks around at all the massive bots, and then he gasps and hides his face against the organic as a white bayformer femme with friendly blue optics comes to kneel in front of them. "Are you here to refuel?"

[tigereyedrogue]

"It's OK. It's all right. You're safer than you think." After all, it's your OWN faction that was being urged to kill off their cutelings. I doubt the Autobots are inclined, even toward an enemy. "Hullo!" Daimon's in Dad mode, and cradles the littles a bit closer as he feels the bittybot tense. "Um...well...that would be a start, yes. I don't suppose that you have energon in reall, really tiny vessels?" He lets the femme have a glimpse of eensy metallic squee.

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Archiva's optics widen slightly as she realizes what the tiny spark she'd been reading is. "Ohhhh, a chibi? Or a sparklet? Does he need a bottle? And would you like to sit on the bar or under the plants in the corner?"

There is someone young and furry up on the bar, though a good deal bigger than Junior and Megatron. He's watching the other fuzzy though, with curious blue optics.

Yes, that's the black dog of the sign.

[tigereyedrogue]

"I...think...he's a chibi. But he's tinier than I've ever seen. I think he literally just got reprogrammed and...um...I'm still a noob to all things Cybertronian." He offers a sheepish grin.

"Oo! O! Dad! Dad! They have a puppy! Can we sit at the bar, Dad? Can we?" Junior wiggles so excitedly that poor Daimon nearly drops him.

"OK, ok, I guess on the bar is good." He pauses to check on His Bittyness, and then follows the Femme to a seat.

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See pure unadulterated adorable Megatron glee as he carefully accepts the pretty toy and examines it. "Am I a child?"

[tigereyedrogue]

"Sort of. You have been...returned to what my spiritual friend Ezra would call 'a state of grace'. You cannot harm anyone, and yet no virtuous person could stand by and allow you to be harmed. And you're cute, which conveys certain advantages.

"You may be feeling a little clumsy in your body, but your mind may find it many times easier to learn things than an adult."

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"Ah whoops." The bitty looks down mournfully at the brolly that is now under the table as his shaky hand betrays him and drops it.

[tigereyedrogue]

"Oh, don't worry, I'll have Belle get that." The tiny pony has been napping in his hair again. **Mind, dear?**

Kay! She buzzes down, grabs it in her teeth and brings it back for the bittybot.

"In a way, I envy you. Many people long for a second chance at having everything be new and fascinating again."

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Blackout lets Megatron take the cup, then blinks, her frown turning to surprise as he turns those big optics up to her. She gazes at him for a moment, then gives Daimon a suspicious look as though expecting him to be laughing at her as she closes her hand protectively around the tiny mech and holds him close to her chest. "I should bring him home."

"You can't?" Said yellow femme spark appears, looking surprised.

"You can't?" Pooka stops yapping and looks at Junior with surprise.

((you were talking about chibi-ing Megatron?))

[tigereyedrogue]

Daimon shrugs with a little smile. "See? Kinda scary how much squee this guy's packing. Oh. Belle?"

The little horse buzzes up the considerable height of Blackout to give Megs's brella back to him. Daimon watches them, keeping his conflicted feelings to himself.

Junior blinkies, and then runs in a circle in excitement. "Now I can! Hi hi!"

((It was months ago, but recently enough to give Daimon a shot of WTF. *giggle*))

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Blackout allows the tiny construct to give the toy to her miniature master. Then she gently strokes Megatron's tiny back with a finger before once more holding him close as she helps him with his cup. Finally bracing the container against a finger of the hand that's holding him, she reaches into storage and throws several credit chits down on the counter by Daimon.

"That's all for him," she tells Nemesis, then gives the organic a look that mingles thanks with suspicion before turning and walking out.

Bumblebee goes to one knee and holds out her hands toward the fuzzies, reading to scratch and cuddle.

((...I should introduce bittyG1Megs to Daimon sometime. Little guy's innocent, cute, and homicidal.))

[tigereyedrogue]

Daimon sighs and shakes his head, looking down at the table. I should have turned him over to the Autobots. He might be adorable now, but he's got a list of war crimes longer than Hitler's. But I just...couldn't.

"Ee!" Giant robots AND cuddles? Yeah, Junior likes this place. He bounds over.

((O_o cute, cuddly and homicidal? Almost like a Jhonen Vasquez character....))

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"Very serious and earnest. A white hat all the way through, though he's still got that infamous temper."

"It's a bar," says Pooka, noticing his own waggy tail and trying to bite it. "You can come anytime it's open and your dad brings you."

[tigereyedrogue]

"Sounds like my partner." A soft chuckle. "I should bring her here sometime. She has a dear friend whom I believe drinks here a lot. Medic, formerly Mostly Dead?"

Junior looks over at Dad while leaning into pettings. Dad...pettings (and giggling at Pooka). Dad...pettings.

"I'll ask him later then!"

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"No. I don't remember seeing him here. But there's a dead former medic that haunts the place sometimes. And a few live medics." Charlie quirks a bit of a grin at the chuckle and the feelings he can pick up that go with it.

Bumblebee chuckles at the little cat and scritches him some more. ^_^

[tigereyedrogue]

"Do you think it'll freak the Cybertronians out to have more of us midgets wandering around here regularly?" Daimon winks, but it's a legitimate question.

Junior is eventually persuaded to Present Belleh, not as quickly as your average pup perhaps. He tries to velvet-paw-grab Bee's hand.