[Wheeljack's noticed Arcee's been slipping a little. He couldn't blame her, either. He wasn't exactly pleased with his own strength at the moment, either. Not that he'd lecture her on getting more rest--because honestly, he'd probably hate that himself. But that didn't mean he couldn't check in.
He slides next to Arcee, holding a small cup of ice cream. Did he buy it? No. But it wasn't going to eat itself if a customer left it.
His 'chewing' slows as he glances at her starting to nod off.]
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He slides next to Arcee, holding a small cup of ice cream. Did he buy it? No. But it wasn't going to eat itself if a customer left it.
His 'chewing' slows as he glances at her starting to nod off.]
Hey. You hangin' in there?