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[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and YOU~
WHERE: The junkpile
WHEN: Afternoon
WHAT: Blurr found his Christmas's present. He's not taking it very well.
WARNINGS: Racers having metal breakdowns over tiny cubes.

His systems seemed to be overheating badly, and he wasn't being particularly successful at cooling them down no matter how hard he tried. His engine revved a depressed tune as he observed the cube and tried to not break down into hysterics or laugh at the irony of it all.

Blurr knew that he probably looked pathetic, sitting in the middle of the junk pile and staring at a crushed mass that looked too much like himself for his liking, completely incapable of standing up. If this was a joke it wasn't a funny one. His hands twitched. He couldn't ignore the cube, nor he could throw it away. Who knew what it really was. It was wrapped when he found it and it had a tag with his name on it after all. And the stupid santa hat.

Blurr cradled his head in the crook of his arm and wrapped his other arm around his legs, trying to ignore how much his spark chamber hurt right now.

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[thehardway]

"I doubt this is how humans typically celebrate their holiday, but I understand."

Ridiculous or not, he intends to be here right now in Blurr's moment of weakness. He's carried off Blurr once due to exhausting himself; he'll do it again for a different reason if need be.

He stands and steps away from the cube, carrying Blurr in his arm. Not far, just a few feet.

"Let's not focus on that."

[raceme]

"How are _{you always} so strong? I wish I could do it." The smaller bot can't find the words to tell him how grateful he is for the comforting gesture, but he will try to compensate Ultra Magnus in the future. He gives the cube a worried look.

"Should be ^{leave it} there? Maybe it will be better if we bury it somewhere." Blurr will definitely feel better.

[thehardway]

"I find that I can better offer my strength to those who need it. I am an officer of the law, forged to protect." He's well trained to be an unmoving mountain in most circumstances. Really, he's more as such if it wouldn't have been for the glyphless.

No, due to the glyphless, he feels more... protective of those he works with. Considers his friends. Blurr definitely falls into that category.

"If you find that best, then we can do that. Would you like me to take care of it for you?"

[raceme]

"What about your own needs?" Blurr usually doesn't ask those things or pry much but talking helps him to calm down. And he knows that many of the bots who died recently were from Magnus's world. Magnus shouldn't be always stoic, I can't be good for his health.

Blurr moves one of his hands to his chest again, in vain trying to a stop the noise that is engine makes as an answer. "It's not RIGHT to ask you to do that that for me."

[thehardway]

There's a small huff of air from Ultra Magnus at the question as he pauses and looks down at the smaller mech. About his own needs indeed. Frankly, he isn't sure what he needs other than to get off of this planet, but that's not a very likely matter anytime soon.

He shakes his head slowly. "My own needs are being met as best as possible," Magnus murmurs.

A glance is given to the cube. "You are not asking anything of me, Blurr. I will deal with it if that is what you need of me."

[raceme]

"Your own needs are just as important as everyone else." Blurr doesn't quite find that answer satisfying and it mostly makes him sad. It shows in his voice.

"T-thank you..I don't think I could do it myself."