[Failed lock to Eros]

[death_chopper]

I've seen it said that this could be a...virus. This parasite may be illusory.

I have to know.

Eros, I have read about...scanning technology?

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[revered_love]

.... A virus? Really?

Mn. Yeah, there are ultrasounds now. If... If it's not real, why do you care?

Even if it was, it's not like you're going to keep it.

[death_chopper]

Yes.

If you're capable of determining yourself whether this thing is truly present or not, then I don't need one. Otherwise, we shall default to the scanner.

[revered_love]

...... Mn.

I'll call and make an appointment. We can go today if you want?

[death_chopper]

As soon as possible.

It...it might not be real, Eros--!

RL LOL

[revered_love]

[vrmm vrmm. Car started, warmed, waiting. Balasi at the door of the garage looking mournful. Beeps to scare him back inside and hopefully hurry up Blackout.]

RL LOL

[death_chopper]

[Emerges at the last beep, Scorponok hot on her heels. Crouches to speak to the dog, almost nose-to-nose; the Pomeranian joins Balasi.

Gets in.]

RL LOL

[revered_love]

[Quirks a brow, offering a small smile as she slid in and he waited for her to buckle up before pulling out, traveling down the winding driveway down to the road. He clicked on the blinker, pulled out (as if there was any traffic out here), sunk down into his seat. Ugh, hated driving. Would've rather just... appeared. Been there.

Eros chewed his lip. Nothing to say, right? Just a doctors visit. Silent.]

RL LOL

[death_chopper]

[Silent as well. She curled up in the seat, bringing her legs up. She...didn't like these vehicles, so like the alt forms the Autobots had assumed. Closed her eyes.]