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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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[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?

[forcowardice]

[Now that Misfire's in range, Fulcrum quickly throws his arms around the jet and holds on tight, almost like he's afraid to lose him.

More accurately, he's afraid to lose those memories he'd just gotten back. Memories of his friends, Misfire included. He's just glad to have it all back.]

I'm--

I'm really sorry. About this whole mess. I got everything back, but I'm. I'm still so sorry.

[misfier]

Ah- what's the big idea?!

[ Hugs are for weenies. But then... oh. No, once Fulcrum explains, he's being squeezed half to death. ]

You're back? For reals?

[forcowardice]

Yeah, for real. I got everything back. I'm pretty sure, anyway.

[He smiles, still a little distressed at the situation that he'd put everyone in but glad that things are set right again.]

Have you been okay?

[misfier]

AHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! FULCSTER!

[ Excuse him, he's just going to pick the K-Class up and dance around a bit with him, spinning dizzily. ]

I am now! HAHA! You're okay!

[forcowardice]

Eh-heh-heh-- ah, slow down! Misfire!

[Fulcrum laughs a little, finding himself clutching Misfire in order to keep himself from falling over.]

[misfier]

AHAH!

[ He slows down. Okay. So he can tickle the hell out of Fulcrum. ]