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WHO: Vector Prime and YOU!
WHERE: Solus Prime's medbay!
WHEN During the week; timing can be flexed.
WHAT: COME VISIT VECTOR IN THE MEDBAY. He is an unhappy (not-so-)little spacejet recovering from his fight against Ramjet!

Somewhere between indignant and chagrined regarding his loss against Ramjet, Vector Prime had not taken the enforced rest lightly. True, he had been in no condition to move until lately, but ever since the initial pull out of consciousness to ensure that his processor was, in fact, fully functional...

Perhaps if it wasn't, he wouldn't have to bear the disapproval of his kin so harshly. It had been made clear to him - rightly so - that by going against Prima's decree to wait, he had made a grave error. Made clear in more ways than one, but...!

But nothing.

He took to Solus' continued ministrations under mute protest, impatient to return to his duty and to at least try to regain some standing among his peers. As well as among the other residents of the Haven. But until now, he was all but confined to this medbay, and he itched for some room to spread his wings. Metaphorically or not.

Perhaps this, too, was a form of penance for his error, but it was hardly a useful one.

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When Vector rests his eyes on her, she can't help but turn shy, burying her mouth and chin into that scarf and waving sheepishly. "H-Hi...I uh...I came to see how you were doing, Mr. Vector! Resting in bed all day can be a bummer."

She takes another step closer, that paper trailing behind her.

"I also brought you a present!"

...well, aren't you a pleasant one, Kay. Vector can't help but a smile a little at the comment, nodding in agreement of the feeling if not the specific words.

(Bummer? He can guess its meaning by the tone, but the word is odd to him.)

"A present?" he asks curiously, taking a step of his own before lowering himself to a kneel. "What is it?"

And suddenly, Kay feels herself becoming very shy. Vector Prime was HUGE, and here she was, just a tiny little thing, with a giant piece of paper behind her. It was like presenting something to the teacher.

She pulls it out, unfolding it to show that it's more like 20-25 pieces of paper put together, via tape or other adhesive, and then folded and cut into a large paper snowflake. It was probably bigger than Kay herself.

"I don't think Cybertron gets snow, but this is what it looks like. A bunch of these fall from the sky every year around Christmas! They're a lot smaller than this...but you're big guys, so you wouldn't be able to see it if it wasn't bigger!"

Please say you like it, Vector.

What was...?

Vector Prime listened with rapt attention, optics flicking from Kay to the - snow? - and back again. and back. And after a slow moment, he reached for it, carefully, it looked so fragile..!

"How fascinating...! They are all patterned like this...?"

That was probably the best reaction she could ever hope for from the Prime. When he reaches for it, she eagerly places it in his giant hand, feeling ever so small in comparison to it.

"Well, actually, each snowflake is different! There aren't any two who look alike. There's been people who try to find two that are the same, but snowflakes never seem to stay around long enough to really check, you know? They melt."

A pause.

"S-So I made you this one. It stays as long as you'd like it to! ...S-So you...like it?"

Ever-so-carefully, ever-so-gently, Vector Prime brings the snowflake back to examine it. He turns it over slowly, optics locked on to its intricacies, hand-made as they are...

He looks utterly enchanted with it.

"...I believe I do. Thank you very much, my friend."

Just seeing that face was enough for Kay. Vector looked almost...adorable inspecting it, and before she knows it, she's hugging that...miniscule part of his foot.

"You're welcome, Mr. Vector! Please feel better, and don't get beat up again, okay?"

That- oh? Vector looks down, distracted from his examination, but it is a good distraction. His expression lights up just a bit more, and he reaches down, ever so lightly to touch a finger to her. Being more than ten times her height, it seems to him that if he moved that finger wrong, he could hurt her...

As such, he's careful. Very much so.

"I will do my best."

The touch is very gentle, considering how large Vector is in comparison to her. Not that she minds in the slightest, even pressing her cheek against it in a slight 'nuzzle'. She's just a sucker for attention like that. After a few moments, she lets go, stepping back.

"Good, Miss Solus will be really angry if you don't. And it's never good to upset a lady."

And just as she turns to go, she spins back around, walking in reverse.

"I hope you like your snowflake!"