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WHO: Rung, Open!
WHERE: At his office in Alpha Trion's quadrant.
WHEN A few days after the Glyphless stuff went down.
WHAT: He knows that a lot of people may need his help right now, so he's spending a lot of time at his office.
WARNINGS: Um...well..who knows what might come up?

Considering everything that had been going on, Rung had decided that he was going to put in even more time at his office than he usually did. It only seemed right, all things considered, and he wanted to be able to help anyone and everyone that needed it. Sure they could very easily just contact him over the comm but something a little more personal seemed like a good idea.

Sometimes it was more comforting to, it just depended on the individual.

He had stepped out for a bit of a break from the office scenery, even if he was extremely use to it, spending a few minutes down by the lake's edge before making his way back inside. The therapist was honestly very glad he had taken the suggestion of setting up an office here because the quadrant was nothing short of gorgeous and very therapeutic in a way. There was a calm atmosphere that would be good for his patients and he wanted to make sure his office was just as calming and comforting of an atmosphere as possible; that sort of thing had always been his main goal after all.

The therapist made his way into his office to settle in, his thoughts briefly going to a few individuals that he'd spoken to as of late--like Fort Max, Ultra Magnus, and Whirl--the latter making him wince just a bit.

Not his best approach ever...

Rung shook his head a bit, optics dimming for a moment before he nudged those thoughts aside, collecting himself as he leaned back in his seat to start organizing some new data, wanting to have everything properly sorted for everyone he spoke to, just in case.

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He eyed Rung a few moments before straightening up and removing his hands from the desk. This was a dangerous thing -- his relationship with Jetfire and what others knew about it. Jetfire didn't understand, but still, maybe he could use this ...

He grabbed another chair and dragged it over to the desk, so that he could sit down and stare at Rung properly.

"Elaborate on what you've observed. Refuse to tell me, and I'll break that ship model over your head."

Threats always worked of course.

Not the sort of reaction he was necessarily expecting but not a bad one either.

"I'd rather you didn't," Rung said with a wince in response to the threat, looking nervous for a moment before he collected himself.

Well if Starscream wanted to know what he'd observed...

"You both care bout one another but you don't show it in a convention way. You're both stubborn and hot headed at times so you tend to show your affection and concern for one another in ways that others might not necessarily see as concern," he explained, rubbing his hands a bit in an absent manner. "If you truly hated him, and him you, you two wouldn't revolve around one another as much as you seem to."

If there was one thing Starscream did not particularly care to think about, it was anything dealing with 'feelings' -- especially feelings for someone else. But honestly, that was not the part that bothered him the most at the moment.

No, he really didn't like all the people who kept on bringing it up. Jetfire would end up getting himself killed -- if not by Autobots seeing him as traitor but perhaps from a Decepticon who wanted to come after Starscream.

But in any case. Starscream pointed a finger in Rung's general direction.

"You're the reason I don't like head doctors."

Rung's optics flickered in a surprised manner before an apologetic look took over his face.

"My apologies.." he murmured, shifting some. At least he had confirmation that he was correct in his assumptions, at least for the most part. "You asked me what I had observed though. It's not like I go around telling others what I observe, Starscream."

He paused, watching the other for a moment before daring to make an offer.

"If..you do ever need to talk about all of it though..."

Starscream has a very bad (or possibly good) habit of not trusting anyone -- which does, of course, include Rung. Usually he would deal with that by just eliminating the source of his mistrust.

But people would notice if Rung just suddenly went missing. And besides people had a habit of coming back to life.

And that wouldn't solve anything either.

Blasted place.

Finally ...

"You know that's distracting," he said as he idly changed the subject and gestured a hand towards the spark window on Rung's chest.

"What--My spark?" Rung asked in confusion, placing a hand over his chestplate absently. "Distracting how?"

He'd never had anyone say that to him before and even if this was just Starscream changing the subject, he wanted to know what possessed the other to say that exactly.

"It's just my spark."

"Because it's right there. Why would you even have something like that visible?" Which he found weird enough in it's own right. But there was one another thing.

"How is that even possible anyway?"

Because as far as he knew sparks weren't normally like that. Stop being weird, Rung.

"It's my frame design, Starscream," Rung replied, confusion laced in his words. He had never really considered it weird since this was how he'd always looked..and no one had really said anything.

Keeping his hand over his spark, the therapist shrugged slightly.

"I..believe it may have something to do with the lack of alterations I've gotten over the years. I actually did have an incident with a sparkeater attempting to consume me back in my world once..." he admitted, shivering slightly.

"Well, if you didn't advertise your spark like an open meal invitation, I doubt you'd have that much tro--What is a sparkeater anyway? Aside from the obvious."

He was really starting to wonder about these other universes and all these strange creatures. But other than the odd look he gave Rung, he simply just leaned back in the chair and folded his arms across his chest.

Because it was now 'lets talk about how weird Rung is' time.

Oh boy. Rung's least favorite time of all.

"It..they are beings that have developed a need to consume sparks. Where I'm from, they're rather rare, to the point that most individuals believe them to be mythical. But I would definitely say otherwise," he murmured, shoulders hunching a bit as he thought about the creature--

And what Rodimus had done to him to lure the creature to them.

Starscream gives Rung a look that sort of a stare combined with a 'are you serious' look. But he could also see it, the spark window would be like a big target sign that said 'come eat me' to something that consumed them.

"So, your universe has zombies," he responded and leaned his head onto his hand.

"Remind me never to visit."

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