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[soldierbee]

[Because it's been PLENTY LONG ENOUGH for her to cool down (in his opinion) and Bumblebee already misses a certain girl:

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[chopshopgoddess]

[oh yes, she's completely over it.

...

NOT B|]

...Did you need something, Bumblebee?

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[chopshopgoddess]

[ she had other reasons, you know! No one ever bothers to ask her, though. They're too busy brushing her off and trying to keep her safe 8| Now she just feels like a useless human who always gets in the way.

And of course she wants to tinker, even if you're tiny. She scoots over, reaching to poke around. Shes silent as she does this.]

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee has his comm with him, but he's not sure if Mikaela is up to talking just yet. Maybe if she works a little bit she'll just start chatting or something.

...meanwhile he's totally playing a 90's techno dance mix. Yeah he's got weird tastes.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[Not quite yet, she'll be more chatty in a few minutes after she gets some thoughts straight. In the meantime, she'll just be tinkering and listening to Bee's odd choice of music.]

Did you download the entire music library from home?

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee makes an "uh huh" sound and abruptly switches over to what he's designated the "Mikaela playlist." Basically all the songs that he's either played himself or streamed from the radio stations that she's noted liking in particular.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

Won't you like...run out of memory?

[its about this point in time that she grudgingly realizes its absolutely impossible to stay had at him for an extended period of time.]

Hey, I like this song.

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[soldierbee]

[There is no way 'Bee would run out of memory, not even if he downloaded and stored every song in the world. He doesn't say that though, and just turns up the volume a little bit so she can hear it better.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[She figured, but still. He got a whole lot of data stored in that processor of his.

She pauses in what shes doing, letting her hands fall into hey lap, just sitting there listening until the song starts to fade out, and she sighs.]

I'm not...like, mad at you, you know.

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee mixes a clip up to make a bit more sense for the situation.]

"You gotta - right - to fight!"

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[chopshopgoddess]

[She gives a quiet little chuckle.]

So what're you saying, I shouldn't listen to anyone and just go do what I want anyway?

[Yeah she knows that's not what he's really saying, but. She's totally allowed to 'misinterpret'.]

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee is very quiet for a while; the only sound is probably air cycling through his vents, almost like breathing. When he speaks again, it's with his own strained voice.]

Wrrried...too smll to grrd you rright. No cnn'nss, no sizze-

[The words cut off with a screechy sound and Bumblebee revvs his engine in irritation before popping open his driver's side door; his comm is laying on the seat.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

I...know. But, Bee...

[She rubs the bridge of her nose with a sigh.]

I wish I could fix that for you.

[She reaches into the little car, pulling his comm closer so she can see it.]

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[soldierbee]

[Bumblebee doesn't bother with his voice this time, knowing if he uses it more than that, Ratchet will be all over his case. He just shoots off a text to his comm.]

But what?

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[chopshopgoddess]

But...

But here...things are a little...weird. If you die, you come back, and...

I'm tired of being someone you all feel like you have to protect, just because I'm connected to Sam.

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[soldierbee]

['Bee's next message comes almost immediately.]

Not because of Sam. Because you're you.

Like you want to fix my voice; not because I'm Sam's car, right?

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[chopshopgoddess]

...Yeah, I...get it.

It just...[She struggles with her words.]

I didn't think it would hurt so much. After everything we've been through, you still don't...believe in me. Think I can do it. Its like...you don't have any faith in me.