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[phase6kindofbot]

Who: First Aid, Rampage and Sixshot
What: Sixshot plays fetch.
When: A little bit after First Aid's intensive surgeries.
Where: The clinic!
Warnings: Awkward robots!


There's someone out there that needs to be dragged in to visit First Aid. Someone who had possibly saved his life. Sixshot had smelled it in the small medic's energon and the mingle of scents that Tarn had been in the middle of washing out.

It's that scent that brings him to a stop, sniffing at a small, deep crack in the pavement. He's been around the city enough to know that there was a subway system under there and there were probably several entrances nearby that the Sixer could have used to enter the area with relative ease.

Instead, he starts digging.

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[lifepersists]

It's like neither of them had experienced affection before. Rampage isn't the first mech that First Aid has told he loves them. There's Sixshot to the side acting like he'd just stripped down to his protoform in public, and then there's Rampage. That actually does kinda hurt his feelings.

"No it's not."

Slowly, he slides his arms away from Rampage's hips and looks to Sixshot, seeking help he knows he won't find there anyway.

"Six loves you too," he says, deciding to drag the six changer into this.

[phase6kindofbot]

Well, Rampage definitely hasn't and Sixshot's experience with affection was a very conflicting thing so far- love, even more so. The expression of confused panic that First Aid earns for his words is probably not too surprising on that front.

"I. Uh."

W-what?

Sixshot looks at First Aid. Then at Rampage, tucking his hands in tightly against his chest and radiating awkwardness. Well, he can't... not help?

Not with the look their medic was giving him.

"I... do care about you."

[crabcake]

Rampage doesn't turn to look at either of them. He knows they're not lying. Or at least they don't think they're lying. It just seems... unbelievable. That's not a thing that can happen. People don't care about him, and people shouldn't care about him. Just-

"You're both ridiculous," he says, voice soft and his horns drooping gently.

There's a warm throb in his spark and he doesn't know what to do with it.