[Wheeljack's arm shakes, as if sending the pain out his body through that, as he steps forward. There was something about sparring that was universal. And he doesn't realize it until Bee silently moves his mouth.
Words weren't needed for any of it. Bee, who couldn't talk, and Wheeljack, who always said the wrong things...none of that mattered in a spar. Maybe that's why Wheeljack liked it, and wondered why he hadn't seen it in the Scout before.
Although that ends when the Coronamon makes his entrance between them, holding up his hands in defense to it.]
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Words weren't needed for any of it. Bee, who couldn't talk, and Wheeljack, who always said the wrong things...none of that mattered in a spar. Maybe that's why Wheeljack liked it, and wondered why he hadn't seen it in the Scout before.
Although that ends when the Coronamon makes his entrance between them, holding up his hands in defense to it.]
Hey, hey, nothin' like a good spar, right?
[His glance returns to Bee, smirking.]
C'mon, let's go grab some fuel.