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[helpful_squid]

Who: Vergil and Skywarp
What: Skywarp needs some cortex work done, and Vergil's both available and capable.
Where: The clinic in Zone 6 where Vergil works as an intern.
When: Sometime after this and this.
Warnings: Vergil's a tentacle monster going into a Cybertronian's circuits. It could get weird.

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[caelumtorqueo]

Skywarp had done his best. Everything he had that was worth anything was parceled up as best he could...just in case. He'd spent most of the night calling himself about eight different flavors of crazy, but Starscream had said Vergil came back clean and he wouldn't have gotten this job with out at least SOME mechanical knowledge.

Was it wrong he trusted an alien with this more than one of his own kind?

Probably.

Well, putting it off now after the big flail of last night would make him a confirmed coward. He entered the clinic and announced himself to the reception mech. Whose hairy optic had thrown him until he realized that the mech was more alarmed that he'd said he was there to see Vergil than the fact that he'd slightly stuttered over his own 'name'.

[helpful_squid]

"Hey! Boo-bag!" called one of the mechs who'd been working at the clinic for years. "You got a client!"

Vergil permitted himself a sigh. Where the Cybertronians had heard the human nickname for his species he didn't know, but he wished they'd stop using it. No point in putting up a fuss, though; he finished straightening the room and floated out into the lobby. The whole place was ridiculously over-built by his standards, but even a large Huragok seldom grew to more than six feet in size, floating with tentacle-tips three feet off the ground by default; Cybertronians came in all kinds of sizes and shapes. It was scarcely anyone else's fault that the doorway, and probably his soon-to-be patient, dwarfed him.

[caelumtorqueo]

Skywarp had a little hiccup at trepidation when Vergil appeared. Not at the tentacles or anything, but at the size. He was...a lot smaller than Skywarp had figured. Like, barely larger than a squishy.

Not that that was bad. That was just a...very small volume in which to store the processing power to do the procedure.

He managed a thin smile, before he realized that facial expressions probably didn't read all that well. He chuffed out a nervous ex-vent. "I, uhhh, hope you're well?" Well, that sounded dumb. He just wanted to hear that Vergil wasn't too tired or ill or angry or anything to do the procedure.

Then again, it would be a handy way of chickening out.

[helpful_squid]

Vergil lifted a tentacle in greeting before turning to the nearest available console. One of the monitors closer to the Cybertronian's eye level flickered into life.

I do well enough. Thank you for coming, Dreadwing. I take it you're ready for today's procedure?