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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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[He takes a deep breath. He knows Wheeljack may not be the best at this, but he's certainly someone whom he looks up to and someone he trusts a lot with sensitive information like this.]

...there is someone who came into my life, someone I care very much for.

[He averts his gaze as he comes to the hardest part.]

But there are new feelings...feelings that I am not sure what they are. And I do not know what to do with them.

[He can tell. Leatherhead places a lot of trust in his word, which, if anyone else were to give their opinion, they'd say what an awful idea that was. But Wheeljack...he can't just turn him away.

So...he'll listen.]

The F word...

[A hand scrubs down his face in thought.]

Wish I knew myself. I could really use it.

[Well, you tried, Wheeljack. Leatherhead can appreciate that. He's partially going through it by himself with Wheeljack at his side..]

You do not know?

[He pauses.]

Is it like how my feelings? I like him as a friend...he makes me feel safe. But...it feels like I want something more...

[He covers his face, getting a little distressed by the situation.]

I don't know.

[If there's one thing Wheeljack can do, it's try.]

Can't say I do, bud.

[His head tucks down, as if trying to hide a look of uncertainty. He hated feeling that more than anything. Especially in front of Leatherhead.]

...Yeah, you could say that. I uh...I'm pretty new to this.

N...No way. Really? Is this what I think it is???

You, shut up.

As am I...

Oh jeeze....I KNEW there was something weird going on.

[Leatherhead looks like the epitome of confusion. Why are his feelings doing this, dad.]

Uh...Okay.

Tell me exactly what you're feelin'.

Frag, I sound like Prime or somethin'.

I feel...warm...but it is not a body warm.

It is like...

[THIS IS HARD.]

...warmness that comes from being sick. But it a good sick...that isn't really there.

[The sad thing is, he gets it.]

Heh, like some wires got crossed, but they're all hooked up right.

[Wheeljack, he's not a robot. He wouldn't know.]

So yeah, pretty much just like that. And you're sure it's from this...person.

...what?

[Good job, Wheeljack. ANYHOW.]

They were all over each other the moment they got here.

[JESUS DUKE, YOU'RE MAKING LEATHERHEAD BLUSH REALLY HARD.]

...

Hit ya that hard, huh.

[Granted it took Wheeljack awhile for his to develop. He can't imagine how Leatherhead felt.]

Kid, let's get off the feed. Meet in person.

[It's pretty damn surprising, Wheeljack. He has felt a tight bond with Mikey for awhile, but these new feelings? They kinda started creeping in the moment they got here.]

Are you at the Friendship district?

[Before another second passes, Wheeljack's already getting up, You clinging onto his shoulders for the usual piggyback ride.]

Nah, still in the apartment complexes.

Want me to meet ya there?

Yes.

[He's already going there.]

[The feed clicks off, and the next time Leatherhead'll see Wheeljack is--well, right where they told each other they'd meet up. It was good, because Wheeljack had to scope out the Friendship district for his new house.

Why not have talks about feelings there too?]

...Kid?

[Are you there?]

[No place better than there. Leatherhead mumbles.]

Yes...I am here.

I'm here too! So you guys gonna teach Heather how to put on the moves?

[He walks up, hands stuffed in his pockets as he tilts his head towards the District Building.]

Might as well go in. It's technically ours right now.

Are you kidding? Wheeljack's even WORSE!

Keep talkin' and we'll see who's the worst of us, You.

Can he be any worse than this guy?

[Leatherhead goes in ahead just to hide the flustered expression on his face.]

[Wheeljack follows him in, rather quiet. In actuality, he's trying to piece together any kind of advice for the kid. He just...wishes this came easier for him.]

So...

[He looks back at Wheeljack, patiently waiting for anything he has to say.]

I like him...

...Who.

[He figures he better know. Before he gets started.]

My friend...

[Shit, this is really nerve-wracking.]

...can you promise you will not tell?

Wrecker's honor.

[He's not saying much, wanting to avoid making this any more awkward for Leatherhead than it was already.]

Let's get to a room first.

[Ok Wrecker's honor he can trust. He nods, moving on.]

Let us go.

[He follows the gator, letting him find a place where he'd be most comfortable talking about...this.

And it'd give him more time to think of what he COULD say.

He couldn't mess this up. Not this time. Leatherhead's trust was in him.]

[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.

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