It didn't occur to Sixshot that First Aid would've been perturbed by his retaliation. Watching the smaller mech sprint down the ramp, the six-former stays where he is, stunned into silence for a long moment.
When he finally does manage to regather his composure, he transforms back into canine mode and strides after First Aid at a decidedly more sedate pace, head lowered with something like guilt. Or Annoyance.
Both, really.
More and more the latter now that he can hear Rampage's laughter drifting up from under the debris pile actually. It's very hard to keep feeling guilty with that afthead going on.
"That's Rampage," he announces when he gets there, standing awkwardly behind First Aid as the medic digs. As an afterthought and some vague attempt at trying to comfort, the Sixer adds, "He's not going to die. You don't need to dig him out."
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When he finally does manage to regather his composure, he transforms back into canine mode and strides after First Aid at a decidedly more sedate pace, head lowered with something like guilt. Or Annoyance.
Both, really.
More and more the latter now that he can hear Rampage's laughter drifting up from under the debris pile actually. It's very hard to keep feeling guilty with that afthead going on.
"That's Rampage," he announces when he gets there, standing awkwardly behind First Aid as the medic digs. As an afterthought and some vague attempt at trying to comfort, the Sixer adds, "He's not going to die. You don't need to dig him out."