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Who: Miko and You~!
Where: Ratchet’s Medbay
When: Earlier today
What: Miko has some art she wants to put in the Medbay for Ratchet, but she’s kind of hoping to make it a surprise.
Warnings: Miko? Nothing I can think of.

Miko could be found dragging a large board toward Ratchet’s Medbay. The girl seemed to be struggling with the board that was a couple feet taller than her and about twice as long as she was tall. This meant that even though the board was very thin, far too thin to construct anything with, it was awkward and difficult for her to move.

From the right side of the board it could be seen what was on it that prompted her to be trying to move it in the first place. In what looked like colored pencil there was a drawing of five mechs and three humans. Anyone who had seen Miko’s doodles before would easily be able to tell that this was her own art.

(OOC: This is the image.

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Barricade had stepped out of the medbay for a while - long enough for a short nap and refueling - and comes back to...

Tiny human with big board. That isn't making it into the medbay at any sort of speed.

Well, that's okay. he can handle it just fine. He's gotten used to humans lately so his natural reaction is hissing and baring his dentals and claws anymore. But that doesn't mean he can't have a little fun with things.

He slouches one shoulder against the wall, hips cocking, and just watches her for a few moments with his arms crossed over his chassis. Finally, he speaks.

"Want some help with that?"

Miko stopped dead in her tracks, her head moving around to find where the voice was coming from. When she saw him she stood even straighter, her chest puffing out just a little.

"Depends on what kind of help you mean."

She tried to find a symbol of either faction on him, but where she was standing compared to him made it hard to see anything like that.

Barricade is used to being identified by those four red optics of his. But this human is examining him. Very interesting. He crouches down, one hand braced on the floor.

If she looks close enough at his pauldrons, she might catch sight of his old Decepticon logos in a police shield... though the faction symbols are gouged over like he'd torn at them with his claws.

"Depends what you think 'help' means, I suppose."

Forgive her for not knowing who you are Barricade, and while all of the Autobots she met back home have blue eyes not all the Decepticons have red ones, so she figures the eye color doesn't mean much at all.

She watches closely as he crouches down, her shoulders going back further, leaving her arching away from him just a little, instead of looking bigger than she is. Her eyes flicker for a short moment to the claws on the hand he braced on the floor before focusing back on his face.

Okay, so bluffing obviously did nothing with this guy, maybe he didn't mean to be creepy scary. After all it's not like he picked how he looked, right?

The tension in her shoulders releases, though not to the point of sagging, and she turns a much more pleading look to him. "I think it would be really nice help if you might be willing to make sure Ratchet isn't in the medbay so I can get this in there and up without him knowing until it's done." She waves at the art, which would be visible from where he was at this point.

No, no. He's intentionally creepy scary. Most of the time, anyway. Especially when he can just get it done with his looks. Which is apparently partially the case here. It's not running or screaming, but the glance his claws get is more than worth it.

That, and she's clearly not going to start shrieking the way that the Witwicky child had. The lack of processor-ache was a definite plus for Barricade.

He blinks his optics - the upper pair followed by the lower pair - and flattens his plating down slightly as he thinks. "Hmm. I suppose I could do that. Was headin' in anyway, so it'd hardly be a bother."

The only thing she runs screaming from are spiders, so unless one of those is hiding on you somewhere, sorry the bravado is the best you are going to get out of her.

She blinks with both pairs of eyes, but doesn't appear to find them odd or overly noteworthy; she was trying to be respectful of all the mechs she met here. She lets out a relieved and happy sigh. "Thank you mister!" She then turns back to start trying to haul the wood some more, hissing a little and popping her thumb into her mouth when she manages to get a sliver from it.

If there was a spider, he'd be right there with you. He does not like those monsters at all.

He finally stands back up, stepping over both Miko and the art very carefully to enter the medbay and give the room a good looking-over. Patients yes, Ratchet no. "Designation's Barricade little lady; I ain't really a 'mister'." After a pause, he adds, "Sure you don't want help with that board? I can't get splinters, y'know."

Don't let her know that, she might laugh at you. Of course if we are talking Cybertronian sized spiders then she might not stick around for it.

"Mice to meet ou Barricad" She says around the digit in her mouth, scrap that stings. The offer prompts her to pull it out in order to give a decently polite response. "Would you? Please. It would be a huge help." She gives him a bit of a smile.

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