[Blues frowns further and drops the rag he used so that he can scoot his way over to the Wilybot.] Hey. [Gentle, gentle. Quiet. Now that the Wilybot is clean, Blues reaches out with his already burnt hand--he figures it cant get more injured--and lightly pats the top of the Wilybot's lid. It stings, but he ignores it. He's had worse pain.]
I mean it, alright? You don't have to be scared here. Definitely not here with Rung. He's a good mech, one of the first ones I met when I got yanked on board. He means well. And there's nothing wrong with crying. Dr. Wily is just nuts.
[He hasn't interacted with Dr. Wily since he was first built but he knows enough. That little bit of interaction was enough when paired with the news. This Wilybot likely doesn't know anything else though. He turns his attention back to Rung then and nods.]
We got nabbed by a Cybertronian, someone that could use teleporting tech or... something like it. It didn't feel like a teleport like I've done before, but it was definitely a warp of some kind. I was walking down the hallway, minding my own business, and then they just scooped me up, brought me here, and dropped me off on that shelf. A minute later, they showed up with our little lighter friend and dropped him off too. [His mouth twists into a scowl.] I think they thought we were toys.
I-I'm Heatman. [It comes out a mumble, and he retreats back inside his box again while they talk until he hears that last part]
Aren't we, though? [He asks it between sniffles, even as he reaches out a hand of his own from his box to grasp onto the wrist of the one on his lid without looking] We're tools. We were never meant to be people. That's why crying is-
No, its not a waste of time, its a needed process to let out all that pent up emotion. [ A stern lightest tap to his top. ]
I will not hear that talk here, you are a person especially when you are here. Heatman I can tell you're a very young sparkling and you're already through so much. I'll try and make things smoothed out for you here.
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[Blues frowns further and drops the rag he used so that he can scoot his way over to the Wilybot.] Hey. [Gentle, gentle. Quiet. Now that the Wilybot is clean, Blues reaches out with his already burnt hand--he figures it cant get more injured--and lightly pats the top of the Wilybot's lid. It stings, but he ignores it. He's had worse pain.]
I mean it, alright? You don't have to be scared here. Definitely not here with Rung. He's a good mech, one of the first ones I met when I got yanked on board. He means well. And there's nothing wrong with crying. Dr. Wily is just nuts.
[He hasn't interacted with Dr. Wily since he was first built but he knows enough. That little bit of interaction was enough when paired with the news. This Wilybot likely doesn't know anything else though. He turns his attention back to Rung then and nods.]
We got nabbed by a Cybertronian, someone that could use teleporting tech or... something like it. It didn't feel like a teleport like I've done before, but it was definitely a warp of some kind. I was walking down the hallway, minding my own business, and then they just scooped me up, brought me here, and dropped me off on that shelf. A minute later, they showed up with our little lighter friend and dropped him off too. [His mouth twists into a scowl.] I think they thought we were toys.
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Aren't we, though? [He asks it between sniffles, even as he reaches out a hand of his own from his box to grasp onto the wrist of the one on his lid without looking] We're tools. We were never meant to be people. That's why crying is-
[Another sniff]
It's just a waste of everybody's time.
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I will not hear that talk here, you are a person especially when you are here. Heatman I can tell you're a very young sparkling and you're already through so much. I'll try and make things smoothed out for you here.