Oh sweet child. [ He says to heat, dabbing a wet cloth on him to clean up the foam. He's so careful and precise, its obvious why so many of his models and collection are so well maintained.
He looks at Blues. ]
If you're sure its not that bad... then if you're able, there is a little cut up cloth next to you you can use to wipe the foam off.... I'd offer to your little friend but I think his arms and body make him a little harder to tend to himself...
Oh sorry sorry... I shouldn't be over looking you like that, Sparkling. Is it okay if I help clean you off? [ His hand suddenly frozen there with the dabbing cloth hovered over his box top. ]
[Blues grabs the cloth near him and starts to carefully wipe off the foam. He is even more gentle with his burnt hand--he'll have to stop in and see Nickel for it--but at least it isn't too hard to wipe off. He's pretty sure he's been in worse stuff before. Mud. Swamps. Amazon jungles. You know, the usual.
He looks over at Heatman and frowns a little when he notices the panting.]
You got scared and lashed out. It happens. I'm not angry. Are you okay though? You look like you're running really warm and that ain't good for your internals.
[He pauses then, his brows climbing under his bangs.] Dr. Wily? You're a Wilybot?
[He blinks up at the much larger bot, having not anticipated the question at all. He's only a month old, and usually when his brothers had decided to do things for his physical benefit they just did it first and asked him later, if at all. It was a strange feeling, to be made aware of a boundary you hadn't even been aware was an option]
Um?
[He retracts slightly inside his box again as he thinks, then re-emerges when he's had a few seconds to think. He's found himself leaning into the careful touch anyway, so maybe...]
Yes? Yes, you can. Just um, be careful of the dial in the back? Don't turn it, please? It's important.
[His optics track to the bot he's burnt, and Heatman since again at seeing him, though the reassurance definitely helps]
If you're sure? I don't know, it- That's what happened last time I got scared, too, but people keep being nice, like Rock and mister Gold Arm...
[He then nods again without really thinking about it. He's been getting that, from time to time]
I never really like fighting until I decide I want to, but Dr. Wily, he-
[His mouth trembles, but this time it's against the force of his own coding threatening to silence him for being disrespectful about the doctor, so he changes what he was going to say at the last second] He knows best, so- so maybe I just need to get tougher. That way when I go back, I'm not such a- [Sniff] Such a crybaby anymore.
[He really was getting overheated and uncomfortable, but it would probably be fine. He wasn't comfortable asking either one of them to adjust his dial for him, but he'd gone most of his existence so far (his ENTIRE existence, technically) without knowing about it at all, so...]
[ Rung carefuly goes back to dabbing away the foam on the little AI. He does realize what the dial is and that he can avoid it quite easily. ]
Very well, now lets have a name from you. And Blues is right, you didn't mean any of this. Any of my models can be fixed but I can't remove the frights it gave you.
You just sit right there. And done, the foams all off you... [ That's concerning... what ever got stuck in the little bot's throat must truly bother him.]
Blues, can you explain what happened... how did you two end up in here.
[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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Date: 2024-01-12 01:43 am (UTC)He looks at Blues. ]
If you're sure its not that bad... then if you're able, there is a little cut up cloth next to you you can use to wipe the foam off.... I'd offer to your little friend but I think his arms and body make him a little harder to tend to himself...
Oh sorry sorry... I shouldn't be over looking you like that, Sparkling. Is it okay if I help clean you off? [ His hand suddenly frozen there with the dabbing cloth hovered over his box top. ]
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Date: 2024-01-12 01:51 am (UTC)Yeah, yeah I've got it.
[Blues grabs the cloth near him and starts to carefully wipe off the foam. He is even more gentle with his burnt hand--he'll have to stop in and see Nickel for it--but at least it isn't too hard to wipe off. He's pretty sure he's been in worse stuff before. Mud. Swamps. Amazon jungles. You know, the usual.
He looks over at Heatman and frowns a little when he notices the panting.]
You got scared and lashed out. It happens. I'm not angry. Are you okay though? You look like you're running really warm and that ain't good for your internals.
[He pauses then, his brows climbing under his bangs.] Dr. Wily? You're a Wilybot?
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Date: 2024-01-12 03:46 am (UTC)Um?
[He retracts slightly inside his box again as he thinks, then re-emerges when he's had a few seconds to think. He's found himself leaning into the careful touch anyway, so maybe...]
Yes? Yes, you can. Just um, be careful of the dial in the back? Don't turn it, please? It's important.
[His optics track to the bot he's burnt, and Heatman since again at seeing him, though the reassurance definitely helps]
If you're sure? I don't know, it- That's what happened last time I got scared, too, but people keep being nice, like Rock and mister Gold Arm...
[He then nods again without really thinking about it. He's been getting that, from time to time]
I never really like fighting until I decide I want to, but Dr. Wily, he-
[His mouth trembles, but this time it's against the force of his own coding threatening to silence him for being disrespectful about the doctor, so he changes what he was going to say at the last second] He knows best, so- so maybe I just need to get tougher. That way when I go back, I'm not such a- [Sniff] Such a crybaby anymore.
[He really was getting overheated and uncomfortable, but it would probably be fine. He wasn't comfortable asking either one of them to adjust his dial for him, but he'd gone most of his existence so far (his ENTIRE existence, technically) without knowing about it at all, so...]
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Date: 2024-01-12 06:14 pm (UTC)Very well, now lets have a name from you. And Blues is right, you didn't mean any of this. Any of my models can be fixed but I can't remove the frights it gave you.
You just sit right there. And done, the foams all off you... [ That's concerning... what ever got stuck in the little bot's throat must truly bother him.]
Blues, can you explain what happened... how did you two end up in here.
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Date: 2024-01-12 07:29 pm (UTC)[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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Date: 2024-01-12 09:38 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-01-23 04:40 pm (UTC)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.