Thursday Afternoon*His head still swam just that little bit, and the soreness hadn't gone away. Part of him was still rather confused regarding his friends and their agenda with him. He shifted a little, wondering if a little physical movement might help to ease some of the haze in his processor. His body protested vehemently and he groaned through
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*He looks up at the general comm.*
Ironhide? Who is the patient?
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It's Hound, Aid. Not sure what happened but he's in sorry shape.
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*He looks up at Ratchet, knowing he probably shouldn't be asking again.* ...boss? May I?
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*mutters* Fragging infighting.. first Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, now Hound and Mirage... *shakes his head*
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*Comms* And...if it's alright with you...I'd like to speak with you later. Privately.
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*tone softens slightly*I'll recharge when I'm done here, okay?
Comms: You know my door's always open to you
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