Ratchet is indeed recharging peacefully, one arm resting next to his mate's body as if it had been draped around him and slipped off at some point. He is currently unaware that anything is wrong...
As if Ratchet being awake would stop him. After all, its very rare for any mech to put themselves in such a vulnerable and oh-so-tempting position next to Snaptrap, no matter the strange situation at hand.
With a rumble from his disconcertingly weird sounding engine, not-Ironhide lunges forward clamps his fangless mouth onto Ratchet's exposed neck, biting down on any cables and fuel lines he can find.
Normally, Ratchet likes it when Ironhide bites him. This, however, is not a pleasant bite; far from it, actually. The medic reboots immediately with a yelp of pain and shoves not!Ironhide away, one of the fuel lines leaking a bit, "'Hide, what the frag?! That hurt!"
"Heh. Someone's confused," Ironhide's voice growls with a very un-Ironhide like laugh, before shoving back at Ratchet's arms and latching on to the confused medic's neck once more, biting at the fuel lines with the intent to tear and rend.
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With a rumble from his disconcertingly weird sounding engine, not-Ironhide lunges forward clamps his fangless mouth onto Ratchet's exposed neck, biting down on any cables and fuel lines he can find.
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