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7th Shot Fired [video]

I can't take this anymore.

[Have one very frazzled looking Impmon, an Impmon that used to be called Cannon Fodder but now she's called Jetstream.
In fact she looks like she's trying really hard to not cry.]

I can handle Whirl, even if she is a handful and drinks and has been doing it for over a week now and made a mess of the bathroom I'm sorry Eren and Kaoru I'll clean it up.

[Deep breath and some hiccups. Also she's really upset she's not called Whirl "Miss" or used his roomates last names.]

But but... Gots-- I mean Rotorstorm, I can't. He's just so so.

AWFUL!

[Wweh.]

Can somebody... Mister Prime, Mister Magnus or or... I don't know, anyone. J-just, help me.

[She's wiping at her face now and trying so so hard to not cry. Poor thing is actually overwhelmed.

Whodathunk, it wasn't Whirl who broke her, it was Whirl's "real" partner.]

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[Oh, okay? You want to glare? He can glare. And he gets right up into it, staring Whirl down like one would a dog. ]

Prime isn't built for Whirl's scrap. Wreckers are.

[Whirl isn't breaking eye contact. He's faced down bigger and scarier things than Wheeljack.]

Wreckersthis, Wreckers that! Maybe it's not about your stupid club, but both of you are too dumb to see that!

[And Jetstream squeaks at her own outburst, clamping her hands over her mouth.]

[And if Wheeljack backs down now, he's going to lose every bit he's fought for so far. Not happening.

Doesn't mean he can't talk, though.]

You wanna know why? Why it's a big deal? Because it's the only fraggin' thing we got left in this place. Only thing remindin' us that we're not human.

[Is he telling Jetstream this? Or Whirl?]

No matter what they did, Wreckers were brothers. And that's what I want. Kicked out or not.

No, we ain't brothers.

[Oh look who finally talks, but he's still not breaking that eye contact either.

Because screw you Wheeljack, Whirl is going to get it through your head just what got him kicked out of the Wreckers. While Jetstream lets out a muffle annoyed sound.]

I ain't a Wrecker either, I got kicked up because I tried to kill Springer and I don't frikking regret doing it either.

[That grip tightens on Whirl's shirt, so much that his knuckles start to turn white.

But that eye contact never breaks.]

That ain't my baggage to deal with. You're facin' that one on your own. What IS my baggage is you HERE.

And you're wrong for thinking it's baggage.

[Oh he notices the grip getting tighter and he can't help but smile.

That is an action he knows really well, more than any feelsy bullshit.]

Then what are you going to frikking do with me? Hit me?

That's just what you want, isn't it.

[Because it's really tempting.]

Why would I want you to frikking hit me? You're the biggest weakling I've met, putting human children in the Wreckers just cause you can't do scrap yourself.

[Now he's just being an ass. You gonna take that, Wheeljack?]

Ya seem to be askin' for it.

[And even Wheeljack's lack-of-patience has it's limits, smacking Whirl upside the head, eyes now practically dangerous.]

I've been doin' everythin'.

[The smack just makes Whirl chuckle, like really was that the best Wheeljack has?

While Jetstream lets out a gasp, it's taking everything in the digimon to not outright attack Wheeljack right now. But if You and Him are paying attention they may notice the Impmon clenching her hands into fists.]

Sure as hell looks like you're just doing scrap all.

[You puts a hand on Jetstream's shoulder. It's taking a lot for her to intervene too, believe her. But...

These two need to work it out.]

He knows his limits.

[As for the Wrecker in question, his voice drops lower, almost to a whisper.]

Wouldn't wanna damage the little lady, would we.

It's not Mister Wheeljack's limit I'm worried about.

[Since it's not like Jetstream, or Whirl, told anyone of just how much of a beating Masaru had done to Whirl. Oh sure, people saw the aftermath but that's something different.]

Huh, and here I thought you were a "man", Princess.

[That limit just broke. He's about to deck him (probably rightfully so), until You rushes forward, becoming Sheepmon and pinning him to the wall. The Wrecker's taken by surprise as he hits it, locked between her two horns.]

Now you stop that!!

You! Get the frag off me!

No, I'm stopping you from doing something you're gonna regret, so YOU--not me--STOP.

[There's an intense stare off for a few seconds, only to see Him climbing on her too, glaring.]

We respect you too much to watch this any longer, Wheeljack.

[And...that's when Wheeljack slumps in that hold, eyes cast down.]

Looks like a sheep saved ya, Whirl.

Well she really frikking shouldn't have.

[Whirl is dusting himself off and giving a glare at You the Sheepmon now, as things seemed like they were actually making some damned sense with Wheeljack.

And of course Jetstream is by his side and starts fussing over Whirl.]

Why are you always picking fights like this, next time Miss You might not be around, or I won't be...

[Pat pat, Whirl is... patting Jetstream which actually got the Impmon to stop babbling because it actually seems to be... Somewhat affectionate, that and he hasn't taken his eye off Wheeljack, You and Him.]

... Whatever, are the lot of you staying? Or do I have to try and throw all of your frikking afts out?

[When Wheeljack seems like he's not going to lash out anymore, You backs up, changing once again into her Gazimon form. She could tell his drive was spent--he had no intention of hurting Whirl, at least for now.

And it seemed like things cooled down about the situation, too.]

...Sure.

[Because after almost hitting your friend and causing a fight, sleepovers are the next logical option.]

[Whirl was about to say "Sure to what, me kicking your aft?" but Jetstream elbows him as if predicting that he's say something to get everything back to square one.

Instead he sighs.]

Frikking hell, you're a pain even when we're getting along.

[To which he'd reply with a smack upside the head, but You seems to be watching his every move.

Every.

Move.]

Feelin's mutual.

[And...that's how their friendship works.]

Whatever. ... Still gonna need more drinks if you're staying.

[He waves the empty bottle to make his point, unless Wheeljack wants to be sober and sleeping over.

And it's the best friendship, truly.]

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Yeah.

I'm comin' with, then.

[The digis can clean up the mess.]

Good, then you can pay for your own drinks.

[And he's going to hand the empty bottle to Jetstream, who is sort of watching this with a stunned look on her face, before heading to the door and gesturing Wheeljack to follow.

Jetstream still has no idea what the hell just happened here.]

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