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[phase6kindofbot]

Who: First Aid and Sixshot.
Where: CITY
When: A while after First Aid gets well enough to walk around again.
What: Not a Date.
Warnings: Gay robots.



There's a Phase Sixer standing outside the clinic's back entrance in his root mode, arms folded and trying to look nonchalant.

It's more awkward than nonchalant.

These past few weeks have been... unfortunate. A tangle of things that Sixshot isn't sure he can undo without complicating matters more- and he's sure he will complicate matters more now with Megatron's training and potential upgrades.

But for First Aid's sake, he's going to keep that under wraps until they can have a proper meeting with the medic, with Ratchet and with the young mech himself.

Until then, there were reparations to be attempted. First Aid... had expressed an interest in continuing their friendship and Sixshot couldn't deny that he wanted that too.

And so he waits.

Comments

[lifepersists]

Tarn did accomplish what he had wanted with the damage at least: First Aid was perpetually in fear now, often times too anxious even to leave the medibay building. When he did, he had programmed the medical drone to be another set of eyes and audio for him, since while Tarn was still alive, he didn't feel very safe anymore.

It's the drone that first appears outside the building, and once it recognizes the familiar towering frame of the six changer it immediately makes a beeline for him. It hovers in front of his face for a moment, tenting its tiny fingers, before it zips back into the medibay through a specialized hole.

Several minutes pass before First Aid opens the door, but he hovers near it, looking around to make sure Sixshot is alone.

"Six, are you okay? You've just been standing outside for a while."