you know you are as small as the things you let annoy you {backdated before robot prom}

[asafepairofhands]

It's a little while after Sixshot has dug all of the medics up from whatever underground art bunker they had been briefly trapped in, miraculously without anyone killing each other, and Ratchet is back in the medibay at work. He is still half-legless and especially foul-tempered, especially considering the upcoming festivities, which he plans to avoid as completely as possible.

COME BOTHER HIM



[CLOSED TO RODIMUS]
It's not long after the medics are back that Ratchet sends a message to Rodimus privately, apropos of what seems like nothing.

Come to the medibay. I need to check something.

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[asafepairofhands]

"He was a garbage Decepticon in the first place, apparently." Ratchet shrugs. "He only joined up to be able to acquire materials to build the time machine. Once it was done, he was fine with breaking it off. Though, if you don't remember the hearing, I suppose you don't--hmmm."

Ratchet watches Magnus' face for a long, considering moment before his optics almost soften slightly.

"How do you feel?" His optics light. "And it's not supposed to be a trick question, for the record."

[smallandincharge]

Magnus probably wouldn't have thought it was a trick question if Ratchet hadn't brought it up. As is, she gives him a sidelong glance through slightly narrowed eyes, and replies, a little curtly, "Fine. Perfectly adequate. Fully functional. Why do you ask?"