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[triggerhappycopter]

Who: Ratchet and Spinister
Where: Clinic!
When: After Tarn hunts down Brainstorm
What: HELLO FRIEND
Warnings: Personal space invasion



There's a presence in the clinic.

An almost... annoyed feeling presence?

Honestly, it's just Spinister scarfing down a cube of medical grade energon and looking intensely dusty and unhappy about life. He's also somehow managed to cram his stupidly huge self under the equipment cleaning bench.

Don't ask.

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[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet comes in from a storage closet to find Spinister crammed under the bench, but his optics only linger for a moment before he swings carefully over to his worktable to set down the box of supplies he'd fetched. He sorts them for a moment in companionable silence before he speaks without looking back at Spinister, his voice mild.

"You injured at all, Spin?"