[Open!]

[deadlydoctor]

WHO: Open to everyone if you want to interact with Knock Out but there's one private thread for Dead End and Rung
WHERE: The medbay, Solus Temple
WHEN: Anytime
WHAT: Knock Out's is working for once, if you ask him he will say its only to please his sexy lady FirstForged. He's checking on patients, treating your muse if he/she is the one injured, practicing an autopsy on one of the giant bugs (thanks Fracas for that).....the usual for a docbot.
WARNINGS: Snark, gossiping, sassy Cons at work...I will update if needed.

[The sooner he sets his own medbay the better, Knock Out thought, checking a datapad and looking around. However, Solus banned him from steali...borrowing the tools from the actual medbay, and he had to work there for the time being. There were way too many Autobots around for his own comfort. He would admit that not all of them were bad but trying to work with Ratchet being Ratchet was anything but easy. And watching Ambulon walk around with his paintjob falling apart made Knock Out's skin crawl. One day he will do something drastic about that. First Aid was easy to deal with, at least.

Knock Out was wondering why most of those tools had chew marks on them and made a mental now about asking ravage later. With his drill. The doctor sighed and moved on to the next patient.]

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[rungout]

"No, it's not your--"

Rung's protest is rather promptly cut off but the hand on the back of his head that pulls him into a kiss.

A kiss.

The therapist is frozen in shock, unable to really process what's going on because this is possibly one of the most unexpected things he's ever experienced. There's a lot wrong about it--mostly the fact that Dead End is technically his patient--and a lot right about it--because he does like the other--and it all crashes down at him at once.

So he's torn between pulling away and maybe sort of returning it.

His optics, having brightened at the initial contact, dim and he hesitantly returns it before morals get the better of him the therapist pulling away with an almost distressed look.

"Dead End..." he murmured softly, wanting to say more but his vocalizer just wasn't working with him.

[dinnerdate]

There's a moment where it feels likes Rung's returning the kiss, and that moment - as brief as it is - makes him think that maybe, just maybe the universe doesn't hate him as much as he thinks.

But then Rung's pulling away and it's like a punch to the face. No. No the universe still hates him. He would ruin things, wouldn't he.

Almost immediately as the kiss is broken, Dead End is sliding off the berth with a wince, looking nervous more than ever before. What part of his processor thought that was a good idea?

"I-I... It's my fault."

Yeah, good idea, go back to the previous conversation. Good.

"Uh," he stammers, slowly backing up. "Just. I, uh... Pretend that never happened!" Because that was sure to work.

"I should... Just pretend it didn't happen."

While he backs away and tries to limp off as quickly as possible.

[rungout]

No. No no no.

"Dead End--wait I--but--"

Rung can't really do anything but watch as the other makes his exit, his spark aching as the other leaves because Dead End had gotten the completely wrong idea and Primus this wasn't good.

This wasn't good at all.

His expression fell as his optics dimmed sadly, the therapist's vents cycling softly as he glanced off to the side.

".....But what if I don't want to pretend it didn't?"