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Sitting at his desk, Sentinel barely even raised his head when he heard the knock. He knew who it would be, of course, but still wasn't looking forward to their... meeting in the least. Oh well, Knock Out was right out there and he knows that the medic won't let him avoid the topic completely like he wants to.

About five minutes after the initial knock, he gets up and pulls the door open, leaning against the door frame with crossed arms and completely blocking the entrance to his room. This is exactly how welcome in his space you are, Knock Out.

He raises an optic ridge and tilts his head slightly. Which is "what do you want" in asshole speak.

Sentinel, don't you keep him waiting forever, he won't stay there for long before he decides to use his chainsaw to 'open' the door. Thankfully for said door, that's not necessary.

Are they going to have this conversation in the hallway, where anyone can walk on them?

Excellent.

"Your voice gets really high when you overload. I'm the first mech who told you this?"

Shame, he has none.

The expression that crosses his features probably looks like he's about to activate his lance and straight up stab Knock Out. It's tempting.

He gets the hint, thanks, and moves to the side so Knock Out can enter the room.

"I really, really hope you're not expecting that to happen ever again. Or for anything to come of it."

What a lovely expression in Knock Out's opinion. You got what you deserve for being rude to him. Medic doesn't walks as much as he struts in there like he owns the place.

"Don't get your bolts in a knot, Sentinel. Or think too hard, it doesn't suit you."

Knock Out turns to face him and he's actually pretty close to the Autobot.

"Do I look like the kind of mech who wants anything serious? because if that the case you need to give me a better look. Feel free, I'm aware I'm a nice view."

"I can never tell with you."

Ah, already bitching at each other like an old married couple. How foreboding. He can already feel the icy fingers of honeymoon future gripping his spark - or maybe that's just the hatred. Who knows!

"Either way, the answer is no."

"Being mysterious is part of the magic, my dear friend." And while he confuses and irritates Sentinel, Knock Out can avoid listening to the mech mock him for the ridiculous corny things he said when he was in love.

"I haven't suggested anything, yet your mind seems to be focused only on that moment we shared. Actually...all those moments. I lost count, it was a long night."

"Only because I'm pretty sure you'll take the opportunity to mention it whenever you think it'll get a rise out of me. I'm not stupid."

Don't you dare laugh at that.

"Not to mention the entire thing only happened because of those energon crystals... doesn't that bother you?"

"Actually, I'm pretty discrete about that sort of things. I can get a rise out of you anytime I want saying other things."

If you brag about your conquers in public that ruins the future chance of having said affairs repeated, so he keeps his mouth shut in public. In public. In private he will mention it in front of Sentinel from time to time.

"No, should It?" Lying, lying all the way. That's Knock Out for you."We both had fun, no one got hurt and you wanted this even before those crystals messed up with us"

He's going to make himself comfortable in the nearest flat surface available. Sentinel you need more furniture.

"Lie to yourself as much as you want but I won't buy that you only did it because you felt great that day."

NOOOT EVEN GONNA TOUCH THAT. Once again, his expression betrays how he actually feels about what Knock Out is saying, despite trying to hide it.

"It's the principle. It wouldn't have happened otherwise."

No, he doesn't he hates clutter. "I'm not lying to myself. There's no point denying what happened but like I said, the fact we were essentially drugged is kind of. Really messed up?"

CHICKEN. You are easier to read than a datapad.

"No, it would have taken us another buffing session and perhaps some more weeks but I don't think the situation happening at some point was all that impossible. Specially considering the way you kept looking at my finish. I am not blind."

Having a couch is not having a cluttered room only a more comfortable one! "Just don't think about it, okay?"

Knock Out makes a wry face for a moment. That's how he deals with things, stop ruining it with your regrets and feelings. No one needs those, specially not him.

"Blame the Lamda if it bothers you so much, not me."

He did things he regrets too, frag it.

"If that helps you recharge at night, then sure. Why not. It's not true, though."

He hasn't found anything he likes enough, ok. 'Interior decorator' is not one of his skills.

Incidentally, pretending things didn't happen or straight up ignoring them is also what Sentinel does. He's not the one who insisted they have this meeting, anyway. He just wanted to make sure Knock Out knew it was because of the energon and it's never happening again.

"Your advice is terrible."

Jerk-mode to avoid problems is go!

"Do you have a better alternative? Excuse me if winning and feeling sorry for myself is not how I act." Clearly denial is much more healthy than that.

That much is obvious. Sentinel is lucky to know mechs with some taste, they will eventually fix this.

"A terrible advice is better than no advice at all." And that's what you are doing, not being helpful at all. "As long as we are in the same page, then..." He's not the one with the repressed feelings and anger issues. Knock Out's happy living an unattached life.

"I talked to Jetstorm. Nice kid, really lively...we have a date." For a race, but Knock Out doesn't specify on purpose.

"I'm not whining, nor do I feel sorry for myself. I just don't like doing things under the influence, alright?" Unless it's passing out drunk. He is ok with that. "And no, it's not. Bad advice is more harmful than no advice."

Sentinel flexes one of his claw hands and frowns, staring at it instead of Knock Out, tension very apparent. "Great." That's all he can really think to say. Nothing else would go down with Knock Out and he knows Jetstorm can take care of himself. Plus, he isn't the type of person to try and hold the Jettwin back from contacting certain people.

Knock Out gesticulates with one of his hands, this time still sounding somewhat serious. "It wasn't all that bad. The situation wasn't awesome but we did have a good time. So there is that."

That makes Knock Out's focus his attention to those claws. He sure doesn't mind them but those really don't suit sentinel. "Will you get a new set of hands soon? I could mod the fingers so those don't look as claws anymore."

How annoying; Knock Out is right.

Whatever, he's going to seize that opportunity to change the subject.

"I don't know, I haven't asked Ratchet. Maybe?"

He is often right. He's even more often ignore when he's right.

"Just maybe? Do you even know what do you want?" He stands up again and walks over Sentinel, grabbing one of his wrist to give the hands a look. "I shouldn't be all that hard to change those."

"Maybe as in I need to go to the Solian temple medbay and see if he's been working on them or slacking off. I've been kind of busy, recently."

Y'know, between the green energon and drinking enough high grade to put a small brewery out of business.

"I assumed I was given these because there were no materials for a better temporary alternative."

"He did the same to Magnus. Back in our universe we didn't had all that many resources but here? You can find almost everything if you know where to look. Solus's temple is the right place."

Knock Out is still holding Sentine's wrist, fingers pressing on it's center and feelings the joints. For medical purposes, of course.

"Let me know if he doesn't have them ready in a week."

Uuuugh you stop that, he thinks without even attempting to pull away.

"Sure. Nice to know he could've made them better but didn't bother."

Doing what? Being polite and professional?

"That's not what I said, perhaps he didn't had the tools for it. He's still pretty new here. Why did you go to see him?" 'And not me' goes unsaid.

"Do you know how hard it is to use the link device when you have no hands? Seriously, I pretty much just slammed by face onto it until it called someone."

A joke, perhaps?

It works because it makes Knock Out's chuckle. He will be nice for once and don't comment how, had Sentinel done that for real, the device would have been crushed under his massive things.

"You, poor thing. At least the claws have more advantages." He moves his hand away from Sentinels' wrist and up to his elbow joints. "You can can reach more pressure points with the tips than with your usual flat fingers."

Ok, now he pulls his arm back.

"Too bad."

Said very flatly and with a scowl.

"Too bad? You still have the claws, might as well use them for something."

He's clearly still amused by this whole thing.

Uuuugh

"Like what?"

There are about a million things he's certain Knock Out will say next.

"I would give you a list but I don't trust you not to punch me after that." He smirks.

"Use your imagination and be creative."

"No. You done?"

Hates you so much, Knock Out.

"I am but what about you? Are you going to get all paranoid every time I talk to someone?"

Uh uh. Welcome to the club, he's used to that.

"I'm not-- he's young and impressionable, alright? I really don't want to have to deal with the million questions brought on by you being unable to restrain yourself from innuendo."

Well, that and some other stuff. He'd rather Jetstorm go to an Autobot medic because lol racism

"You should be more concerned about what mechs like that crazy Ratchet can do to him than what I can tell him. Besides, who do you take me for? I have some self restrain."

[Knock Out crossed his arms over his chest, irritated.

HE'S AN AUTOBOT NOW, DAMN IT.]

"Yeah, let me just go to that Ratchet's cell and point out specifically who I want him to avoid. That isn't everyone."

What happened with the energon meant literally nothing to Sentinel and he never considered Knock Out a friend to begin with. Woops.

"He's in a cell?" News to him. Good news, thankfully.

Knock Out doesn't really consider many people 'friends' either. Acquaintances, teammates, people he likes enough not to kill...'friend' is a big word.

"Yes. Again."

Idiot incompetent McCrane let him out the first time. Sentinel wants him in one of the stronger cells but that's bias because of the whole... hand thing.

"I hope you all make sure he doesn't scape again."

You all sucks at your job. What are Police officer good for? Knock Out doesn't know.

"I fully intend to. Assuming the police force here can actually do something right for a change."

Sentinel doesn't personally believe that he's bad at his job, but realises the police force is pretty... shit.

Plus, that got Knock Out off the topic he didn't want to talk about. Win/win!

"Perhaps they need your guidance and wisdom." He manages to sound almost serious when he says that. Almost.

At least he can realize how the PF is lacking of some serious organization. Knock Out's not blaming sentinel per se.

Sentinel crosses his arms over his chest and scowls at Knock Out.

"Yeah, great. Was there anything else you wanted or are you planning to finally leave?"

"No, I think that's more than enough. I have better things to do as well." He can be rude as well, you glitch.

"Good."

Don't mind him herding you out into the hall. When Knock Out is ...out, he'll make a point to slam the door.

[He's going to glare at the door for a few seconds before kicking it and then walk away. You are a jerk Sentinel and this is why you will die alone and not laid >8(]

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