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[forcowardice]

Well, now that things seem to be settling down somewhat.

I think it'd be nice if we did something pleasant for a change. I'm not really the best kind of person to plan this kind of thing, but it would be pleasant to arrange something nice for ourselves.

Especially since I finally think I have something "cream soda"-like composed for Cybertronian consumption.


[SCAVENGERS. LOSERS ONLY.]

Krok. Misfire.

Could we talk?

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[arnhaid]

lookit you bein all proactive

whats a cream soda

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[forcowardice]

I can do that sometimes.

It's a creamy carbonated drink. I wanted to make a variation that we could consume. Took a lot of work, but I've managed something I think.
You wanna try?

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[arnhaid]

you should more often its a better look on you

huh

yeah okay why not

cant be worse than the eating thing

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[forcowardice]

Thanks, I think.

Great! I can bring some over now if you want.

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[arnhaid]

sure

you know where i live ?

[misfier]

What's up, noodle?

[forcowardice]

Come to the living room?

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[misfier]

[ He just pokes his head out. ]

What's shakin', loser?

[forcowardice]

[Awkward, almost nervous waving.]

Misfire, c'mon out, okay? Please?

[misfier]

[ He steps out and stops just short of Fulcrum. ]

Yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah?

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[needlefingers]

So, has Spin done the deed yet?

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[forcowardice]

Hi to you too.

Yes.
I take it you hand a pretty big hand in it.

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[needlefingers]

I told you I'd fix my mistakes.

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[forcowardice]

Yes, congratulations, you had to manipulate several people and utilize my friend as a tool to undo your mess. We're all so very proud of you.

I might be able to forgive you one day, Chromedome. Today is definitely not that day. Not when I truly know what you took from me.

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[needlefingers]

I'm sorry.

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[stubbornandfrustrating]

Good, you can give some to Wing and he'll stop trying to ingest the real thing. I'm still cleaning caramelized sugar out of his tanks.

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[forcowardice]

He's still doing that? Wow.
Would you like any?

[stubbornandfrustrating]

I'm not overly fond of sweet things.

...how are you feeling?

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[forcowardice]

What if I made it sour or bittersweet?

Weird. I'm kind of sad and happy at the same time.
I'm worried about Spin and Misfire and Krok. I can't imagine what Spinister went through to get this procedure done for us, I've ignored Misfire for a long time (this is a big deal Misfire is a social person okay) and Krok
You know Krok. He doesn't talk about himself if he doesn't have to. And you know before I got my memories taken, I promised him he could talk to me. He could trust me. He could confide in me. I would support him. Except I didn't do any of those things because of what happened.

I don't know how to feel or what to do about Chromedome. Sometimes I wish he was dead, sometimes I pity him.

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[stubbornandfrustrating]

That would be nice, actually.

I think Spinister will be all right. I need to check up on him to make sure, if he'll let me, and talk to him about what's going to be done with the needles, but I'll do my best. He took care of me, too, when Krok and I were out. I owe it to him. And I don't think Misfire--or anyone else--is upset with you over anything that happened while you didn't remember.

I... talked to Krok a little, before Chromedome got to him, too. He told me about Clemency, and the DJD, and Flywheels. Some things about his old squad. But I suspect I was a poor substitute.

No one blames you, Fulcrum. I know--I can't imagine what it must be like, to have those memories of not remembering, but I know it's hard. But your crew is just glad you have your memories back. And I think Krok still trusts you just as much, and that he'd still appreciate your support.

...that seems to be the general consensus on Chromedome, these days.

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[dadcepticon]

What is it?

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[forcowardice]

Face to face.
Please?

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[dadcepticon]

Of course.

[It's still a few minutes before Krok can compose himself and knocks on Fulcrum's door. He's anxious; he wasn't the friend he told himself he should have been to Fulcrum when Fulcrum needed it. The nightmares, he thinks, shouldn't have stopped him… but he let them anyway.

That Fulcrum wants to talk could be promising or heartbreaking. Krok isn't sure which.]

[forcowardice]

[The door opens quickly.

When he thought to himself about how this conversation was going to go, he told himself that he'd swallow back his emotions. He'd keep it simple.

But when he sees Krok, Fulcrum anxiously bites his lower lip before throwing his arms around his friend's shoulders, clutching him tight.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

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[Krok doesn't even have time to apologise before Fulcrum beats him to it. He catches the K-con by reflex, cinching his arms under Fulcrum's chest to support him. He wants to just crush Fulcrum to him and not let go again, but…]

Wh– [He cranes his neck, trying to get a better look at his friend without dislodging him.] Fulcrum, why? You didn't do anything wrong.