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[robotfightclub]

[Arcee is sitting on her bed when the feed begins, both of her tapirs calmly lying next to her. Yes, even Sprocket. Solus, the smaller one, appears to be sleeping in her lap and Arcee scratches behind her larger-than-normal ears every now and then. The lighting is low, like she couldn't be bothered to open the blinds or something. It gives her eyes just the faintest bit of a blue glow.]

So...what? I just get here and it already looks like these Digimon are trying to tear us apart. Because that's always worked in the past.

[There could be a bit of bitterness there.]

I don't know about you, but I don't feel like moving. Again. So if anyone from my team feels like going off to islands or whatever it is everyone's doing, I will hunt you down and drag your afts back here. I won't like it, but I'll do it.

There's your warning.

[Sprocket's ears perk up once he believes Arcee's finished being Arcee and directs the feed towards himself. Compared to his partner's grump, he appears to be much happier.]

Okay okay okay, but I~I drew a picture.

[He pulls out a piece of paper and holds it close to the camera. It's hard to make out right away thanks to the lighting, but that's definitely a stick figure drawn in crayons that reads "Wow I'm dumb".

Sprocket soon whispers.]

It's Wheeljack.

[Arcee tries very hard not to laugh in the background because she just gave a super serious announcement and scramble to turn the feed off before she loses it.]

Comments

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[robotfightclub]

Are you a dork she I work at the ice cream parlor.

...Wait, is that still around? I think it blew up. It blew up. There is no ice cream anywhere. Your offer is invalid.

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[proveyourmetal]

Hmmm. Maybe you're right. I should just help train your digimon instead.

We can run some laps. Do some strength training. Run drills.

You know. Whip them into shape.

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[robotfightclub]

You mean that thing we do every day? You should see my...Sprocket's muscles. They're so big and manly, I'm pretty sure he's going to hit Mega soon.

You should buy him things.

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[proveyourmetal]

[Sprocket, aren't you the sneaky thing.]

Impressive.

I don't know, Arcee. Wouldn't my presents to your Sprocket make your other partner jealous?

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[robotfightclub]

Implying I care about my other partner.

[Sprocket why]

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[proveyourmetal]

[A slight roll of his eyes.]

That's a little harsh, don't you think?

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[robotfightclub]

Harsh? My middle name isjasfhkjhaskjfhkjhg

[The text jumbles up before it sends, the feed soon springing to life as Arcee grabs her Terminal away from her partner.]

What do you think you're doing? Who is this?

[Obviously one question is for her partner, the other for the mysterious stranger on the other end. Arcee's glare seems to instantly disappear the moment she sees it's Bee, however. Talk about awkward.]


...Hey.

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[proveyourmetal]

[Laughing at ya, Sis-bot]

No one important.

Hello Arcee.

Apparently, you're going to hunt me down and I need to bring Sprocket and only Sprocket presents.

[robotfightclub]

[swear to primus bee]

...Yeah, that sounds like something I'd say.

[Joking, of course. It's almost weird how well she gets along with Sprocket, even when he's being terrible to her. Most people would be dead by now.]

[proveyourmetal]

All the usual, of course.

Though, I may need to talk to you about the 'hunting' part and the 'not moving from HospiTown' part.