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Who: Verity and Ultra Magnus
Where: The city. Near the clinic.
When: Vague hand gestures towards sometime after Feardome.
What: ATTENTION MAGNUS. PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT DESK TO PICK UP YOUR SHITTY CHILD.
Warnings: n/a.
[ The motorbike that was thrown together as a stopgap to her decided lack of one after losing her first one towing Prowl out of sinkhole. Coming back battered but not altogether bruised from the wild edges of Cybertron, Verity was eager for some semblance of routine. For once in her life, routine had its charm. Most of which all hinged on getting her replacement set of wheels up and running. Only for the tailpipes to sputter, and fume pitch black near the abandoned intersection catty cornered to Ratchet's clinic. ]
Piece of shit.
[ In the start of a tantrum, Verity yanked her helmet off and threw it one the ground before slamming the exposed engine with the side of her boot. Times like she could really use Jimmy. ]
Where: The city. Near the clinic.
When: Vague hand gestures towards sometime after Feardome.
What: ATTENTION MAGNUS. PLEASE REPORT TO THE FRONT DESK TO PICK UP YOUR SHITTY CHILD.
Warnings: n/a.
[ The motorbike that was thrown together as a stopgap to her decided lack of one after losing her first one towing Prowl out of sinkhole. Coming back battered but not altogether bruised from the wild edges of Cybertron, Verity was eager for some semblance of routine. For once in her life, routine had its charm. Most of which all hinged on getting her replacement set of wheels up and running. Only for the tailpipes to sputter, and fume pitch black near the abandoned intersection catty cornered to Ratchet's clinic. ]
Piece of shit.
[ In the start of a tantrum, Verity yanked her helmet off and threw it one the ground before slamming the exposed engine with the side of her boot. Times like she could really use Jimmy. ]