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[dinnerdate]

WHO: Dead End & Rung
WHERE: Rung's office.
WHEN Immediately after this.
WHAT: Dead End got himself in trouble, and it's time to tell Rung why.
WARNINGS: None?


When Cliffjumper had made his little announcement over the Link, he hadn't expected anyone to stand up for him. Instead what he got was two bots standing up for him, one of which was Rung. Considering the mech had told him outright that he'd stand up for him when he'd gotten his power core present, it shouldn't have been so much of a surprise. But he hadn't really expected it, and the ordeal with the trigger happy red Autobot was a completely different matter.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he was a tiny bit lucky. But let's not get too positive here!

There were things he needed to explain to the therapist, and over the Link wasn't the best of places when his diet was still somehow not common knowledge to the universe. Face to face was better, and a world of difference in privacy.

The trek to Rung's office was a slow one, as Dead End attempted to give himself some time to figure out just what to tell the other bot. There weren't many ways to really go about it and he did eventually reach the door.

He could just turn around and go hide in his room. It was in the same temple, he'd speed out of there before anyone even knew he'd been out front of Rung's office door. But Rung was a friend, and one that allowed him energy. Listening to this stuff was also his job, but that was less important at the moment. He did kind of deserve an answer considering he'd just told the mech he'd give one.

Well not directly told, but it was the same thing.

Vents cycle through some air as he opens the door and quietly shuts it behind him.

"Um..."

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[rungout]

A surprised sound escapes the therapist as he's grabbed and pulled into the other's lap, not protesting the move or anything of that nature but he's definitely flustered. His optics brighten with the wave of awkwardness though it melts away as hes hugged, the embrace a lot more comforting than Dead End probably realizes. Rung's gaze softens and he sort of just relaxes into the hug, returning It after a moment. It feels nice and oddly comforting in a way, comforting in that 'someone isn't afraid to get close to him' manner. Physical contact isn't something Rung gets much of, not like this at least.

"If you're sure...I really dont mind," he murmurs. It's impossible to hide how exhausted he is though and as much as he wants to, he's well aware that he shouldn't.

Pulling back from the hug, hands resting on Dead End's shoulders.

"And if anyone really is stupid enough to barge in here then they won't like what happens," he said in a rather guff manner, frowning some in a way that says he won be playing nice with anyone that decides to be that rude and idiotic.

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The fact that Rung is returning the hug is a good thing, Dead End thinks. It's better than the other mech protesting and pulling away, it means he didn't misjudge. For however long it'll last he'll take it.

"You could fall over," he states, with a shake of his head. Or Rung could just pass out during it. Or things could be just fine, but considering how things went the first time he'd borrowed energy from the therapist, chances were he'd fall over or just pass out.

Once Rung's hands move to he pulls his own away, not entirely sure where to put his hands. Eventually he decides that stuffing them between himself and the chair, about as far from touching Rung as he's able, is best. That way the other mech could get up whenever he felt was time.

"But you don't have any weapons," it's said rather flatly. Rung acting all tough was kind of difficult to take as seriously as he should be taking it. The other mech couldn't fight as far as he knew, so him making threats. Well, it was difficult.

[rungout]

"That...is a possibility at this point," Rung admits, knowing that denying his exhaustion anymore is just pointless. He does, however, have enough energy to scoff a bit, squeezing thr others shoulders before startin to get up. "One doesn't always need weapons to make a point. I haven't been at my best as of late but after over six million years, you learn a thing or two."

The sad thing was, he really hadn't been on his game as of late, at all. He'd made a fool of himself in more ways than one and he really did need to step it up again. He'd found his place here and now it was time to fill the position properly.

"I'm sorry the accommodations for sleep aren't perfect but..I hope you rest well, Dead End," the therapist says softly, settling into his seat and relaxing almost immediately. Even without a berth, at least his chair was suitable.

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"I can wait," he repeats, "better if you didn't take the chance."

It would be harder to stop if Rung wasn't conscious for it.

"And if you say so." He won't doubt Rung, but he does doubt that there are those that won't take advantage if he doesn't have a weapon. "I have swords if you need them, just in case."

Because why would he use them when he's the one that knows how to actually fight with them? Smart thinking Dead End.

Once Rung has taken his seat behind the desk, Dead End returns to curling up in his own chair, giving the other a little nod.

"They're fine," he manages a small smile. He'll do his best to try and get some rest himself, if he can stop himself from just watching Rung instead. Scrap, he'll probably have to turn around for the whole rest thing to work.

[rungout]

The small smile is a nice sight to see, Rung savoring every single one of those little expressions that he gets from the other bot.

"Alright...rest well then, Dead End," the therapist murmured, optics dimming a bit more as he grew even more comfortable in his current position. When they finally went offline, his vents cycled softly, the noise very audible as he fell into a deep recharge--not by choice, he was just that exhausted.