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[It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.

For the most part.

The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]

So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.

[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]

Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.

[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]

Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.

[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]

Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]

Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.

[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]

You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.

I heard that!

Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.

[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]

By the way, we're movin' out.

[And just like that, her head perks up.]

We are??

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[Eventually he finds a place to get settled down. He wasn't sure if Wheeljack was the best voice...but he trusted him. He looked up to him.

Once he gets himself sitting down, fiddling with his fingers, he finally gets the courage to speak.]

...his name is Michelangelo.

[As soon as Wheeljack sees Leatherhead sit down, he joins him, sitting just across with his arm resting on his knee. He waits, knowing that it's a hard thing for someone to admit.

He can be patient for that.

But when the name comes out, his eyes almost 'flicker', trying to place a face.]

I...don't think we've met.

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[It's appreciated, Wheeljack, really.]

No...he had only come recently.

...he has freckles.

[Yeah sure, Leatherhead, that will totally help.]

...

[Not going to lie, his eyes go to Duke.]

[F:ALKSDMF:LSDAMFAD NO WHEELJACK.]

NOT ME YOU BIG DORK!

[Leatherhead just slowly sinks where he's sitting. Oh dad, why.]

[HEY, HEY, HE'S JUST SAYIN' YOU GOT EM TOO.]

Easy! I was just--

...Keep goin', kid.

[Awwwkwarddd.]

Of all the dumb things to get accused of...

[OK LET'S TRY TO ERASE THAT FROM MEMORY.]

He has orange hair here, but he comes from my world...he was the one who gave me my name.

...he was my first friend.

[At hearing that, his face softens a bit. And a hand reaches out, patting the larger man on the shoulder.]

Makes him pretty special, huh.

[His head bobs, nodding at Wheeljack.]

He was the only one who believed in me when no one else did.

[Oh, this is heavy stuff. And Wheeljack knows this feeling, all too well.]

Kid. I'm not an expert on this, but I'm gonna be straight with ya. I don't want ya gettin' hurt over this.

Before anythin'...make sure they're really...the feelin's ya think they are.

I'll help.

...how?

[These feelings were confusing enough and now he had to figure out if they were fake?]

Ya sure it's...that? And not just that you're excited to see him again?

Time away...it does things to ya.

No...I do not think it would feel so strong...

He is in my thoughts all the time...I want his friendship, but...I want something more, but I do not know what it is.

...You're in deep.

[Wheeljack can tell by the way Leatherhead's talking. This wasn't just friendship, at least not from his perspective.]

I know what you mean kid. I mean...with Arcee and--

[He shuts up immediately, realizing that slipped.]

Oh c'mon, Wheeljack, we know. Both of you are in the same boat!

...you know what it is like?

[That's actually a bit of a relief there.]

Ah...

[His shoulders slump, as if finally giving up the facade. Leatherhead was being honest with him, he might as well stop hiding it.]

...Yeah. I'm...goin' through the same thing.

With Arcee.

[He's relieved that he isn't alone in that regard.]

Have you told her?

[Trust him, Leatherhead, you're very not alone.]

Nah. I'm bad with words as it is--no way I got the...finesse to pull somethin' like that off.

I know how you feel...

And Michelangelo is wise. He would ant someone more wise than me...

[Leatherhead did you call Mikey wise.]

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Kid.

[He's going to cut you off there.]

Ya don't know. And if ya speculate like that, you're only paintin' a picture that might not even be the real thing.

Ya gotta...tell him.

[It's as if he's telling himself this, too.]

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