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[Gear up kids, it's time for training!

Or rather, what Wheeljack defines as training. The feed opens up to show the apartment he's living in, and while everything seems peaceful and tranquil at first, until a lavender blur dashes past. It looks like Wheeljack's Gazimon, dashing around with a little feather duster. She's...cleaning? Interesting choice of hobby.

But the video seems to pan out slightly, probably from the duster, showing Wheeljack leaning against the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in his hand. And a can of beer in the other.

Nice combination.]

Wheeljack, this isn't training!

Sure it is. Heard about it once.

Wax on, wax off.

[He even did the little hand motion.

You rolled her eyes, deciding that some 'training' was better than none, and continued. Wheeljack, on the other hand, had taken a glance at his cereal (which was dry, what a smartie), and his beer can. Slowly, the beer-hand lifted up as he poured it into the bowl, substituting the milk.

Convenience.]

Just like that.

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[He walks in--all too familiar with his own workplace, watching as she heads up to get ice cream annnnd ordering for him.

..

That's okay. He'd probably eat whatever she got him anyway. Don't mind if he does.]

[Once she's all ordered, she hands Wheeljack a cone. Here you go, pal, comfort food.

Her smile fades when she sits down. It's serious time again.]

Why don't you just talk to Bulkhead about it?

[She assumes it's Bulkhead. I mean, it's not like it can be anyone else on the team.]

[Wheeljack takes it, spinning it in his hands a moment as he thinks over what to say. How do you even...phrase this.]

It's old news. Some just got over it better than others.

[He wishes he was one of them.]

Now seems like a good time to get over it. Do you have any idea how lucky you are that he got involved in this scrap with you?

I wouldn't waste it.

[Seriously, what are the odds? It could have easily been any other team member stuck here.]

Wouldn't call gettin' stuck here luck.

[Those words are quiet, but heaves a sigh.]

Just hate it when a Wrecker gives everythin' up. Doesn't even remember who or what he is. What he was.

It gets me.

You know that isn't what I meant. And I know you know that isn't true, either. Bulk loves the Wreckers, always has.

He also knew when to move on.

[She gives a sad sigh, looking away slightly.]

Wish I would've learned that sooner. That is why I'm trying to help you now, why I want to work together. ...I shouldn't have treated you the way I did when you first got here. You may not be Team Prime, but you are an Autobot. That's good enough for me.

[There's another pause, this isn't exactly easy for her to say.]

I'm...sorry.

[His head dips down, shying away for a split second, taking the time to let it sink in. He knew it wasn't true...that Bulkhead was still just as much of a Wrecker as he was. It was just hard to see them scattered. He wanted to leave before that happened. Or happened again.

His eyes dart back up when she speaks again, though, at the mention of the working together.]

Bulk told me what happened. You know...confirmed it. Not my best moment, I guess, and I don't even know what I did. Can't promise much, Arcee--you know how I am--but we're still on the same team. That isn't ever changin'.

[At the apology, he holds out his hand, giving a slight smirk.]

Accepted it a long time ago. And... I'll talk to him.

[Of course she's going to take his hand. She's surprised he's even offering it.

She's also surprised he brought up the Miko thing... and apologized for it. It's strange, she's actually kind of proud of him. This whole conversation showed Wheeljack in a new light.

Now if only they can get past beer cereal.]

Do it while you still have the chance. Trust me. You won't regret it.

[It's been eating at him for awhile, and figured might as well get all the feelings out in one go. His hand wraps around hers, giving a firm shake and a little smile.

Sorry Arcee, beer cereal's gonna take a little more effort to get rid of.]

I guess so. I'm takin' your word on that.

[Don't say it like that, Wheeljack. You make it almost sound like a challenge.]

How about this? If you talk to Bulk and still don't feel better afterwards, I'll...eat beer cereal.

[Arcee's really banking on their friendship being strong enough. There's no way she's touching that stuff.]

[Hey, it might be.

That smile cracks wider as she says that, his eyes practically GLOWING...more than they already do.]

You're serious.

Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. But that also means you have to talk things through with Bulk. If you purposely try to hold a grudge against your teammate just to make me eat something, well...that says a lot about you.

[She smirks back at him. Really, there's no way she can lose.]

[His hand finally lets go of hers, resting itself back on the table as he finishes up his ice cream. But he seems to be in better spirits at least.]

No question, 'Cee. I play fair. Besides, I wouldn't chance my frienship with Bulk over human food.

[Still, it'd be something to see. One day.]

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