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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Following this conversation, a certain weapons master has stomped out of his room, headed down the halls for a certain neon medic's.

He was just hung up on. He was just hung up on. Why? What was wrong with the medic

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[medicalofficer]

[He could not believe the density of that fool's head.

First, attempting to spar that metal female when he still had been unable to patch his previous wound. He had been distracted from his hunt for tools, however, it wasn't as though they were common supplies... Cutters capable of actually working with Ironhide's armor were few and far between.

He growled to himself as he put the communicator away, expecting a currently unwanted visitor to show up momentarily. He had half a mind to ignore the sound at the door.

Needed protecting. Honestly.]

It is not locked.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Even if it had been locked, he would have gotten it open. The doors couldn't stand up to his hard head, after all.

He all but stormed in, glaring across the room, arms folded over the hole in his chest. Disapproval radiated from every inch of black armor. This was ridiculous. Bickering over an open line like that.]

What is the matter with you?

[medicalofficer]

[The sound of the door made him flinch, but he didn't move from his seat. He glanced up, his expression unphased - However, it was hardly a reflection of what he was feeling at the moment.]

I was not aware that telling my patients what is best was an issue for a medic.

[His tone was even and icy, his optics narrowed. He was just as disapproving as Ironhide, if a little... quieter about it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He saw that flinch. It made his spark casing sink a few levels. Ratchet of all 'Bots wasn't supposed to twitch at him... What had he done to earn that?]

... I always tell you that. Never bothered you before.

[The tone made him look away. They weren't supposed to talk to each other like that. He shifted on his feet, cycling out a sigh.]

[chopshopgoddess]

[Mikaela could never miss that stomping. It was to identifiable. She opened her door and peeked out, and saw what she'd expected. Ironhide looked pretty pissed, and she had half a mind to slink back into her room and just lock the door, but she didn't have the heart to do that.]

...'Hide?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He actually stopped, and peered back over his shoulder. Hadn't expected Mikaela to appear, not that she was exactly unwanted. Just a surprise. He nodded to her, turning fully around to face her.]

Mikaela.

[chopshopgoddess]

[She hesitates before stepping the entire way out.]

Um. Are you okay? You're stomping pretty loud.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He folds his arms. The glower on his face isn't meant for her, but the one down the hall. So is the sigh.]

I am... irritated. Ratchet is behaving senselessly.