A hand reaches out to Chromedome's shoulder, as he plops down next to him. "War's over, isn't it? Who cares if he's a Decepticon, even if they're right? We've got a former Decepticon captain anyway."
A hand reaches out for Chromedome's glass out of habit, before shakily setting it down.
"I mean, most I'm worried about is if my legs are going to explode. To be fair, that's a legit concern even for regular Brainstorm."
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A hand reaches out to Chromedome's shoulder, as he plops down next to him. "War's over, isn't it? Who cares if he's a Decepticon, even if they're right? We've got a former Decepticon captain anyway."
A hand reaches out for Chromedome's glass out of habit, before shakily setting it down.
"I mean, most I'm worried about is if my legs are going to explode. To be fair, that's a legit concern even for regular Brainstorm."