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Who: TFPrime Ratchet and TFAnimated Blurr
What: Ratchet needs a buffing and Blurr is going to give him one, even if he has to hunt him down for it .
Where: The med bay
When: Afternoon.
Warnings: Cranky medics and sneaky secret agents, aside form that probably silliness and cute moments.


[He knew that Ratchet had been overworking to the point of exhaustion and he didn't like the idea of the medic passing out. Someone had to take care of those who all the time took care of others instead of themselves.

Blurr grabbed the buffer he found a few days ago, ran all the way to Solus's Temple and peered into the medbay looking for the orange autobot.]

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Those blue, blue optics are just gigantic and Ratchet knows that he ought to look away but he can't quite make himself do so. Instead, he finds himself pointing at the buffer, asking, "You want me to use that on you?"

Because of course Ratchet never assumes that people want to help him out.

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"While that would be nice..maybe in another occasion... A chuckle. "No silly it's not for me it's for you."

He's going to gently grab Ratchet arm and give him a pull. Blurr's firm enough to make it clear that he won't let him go unless he says yes.

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"Me? Ah. Alright...?"

Hesitantly, he slides off his seat and lets Blurr pull him along to wherever they're going. This is a novelty for him.

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Blurr is surprised that the strategy worked, but he's also please. He hums soflty as they walk out of the medbay?

"Where's your room?"

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"Just across the hall?"

Ratchet's still letting Blurr lead him along. He's not... completely unpleased that he's being forced into taking a break. It's a bit nice, actually, the fact that someone cares enough to do this.

It's also extremely hard to be mad at a tiny blue bot who is capable of making his eyes so huge.

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Across the hall they go then. It doesn't surprise Blurr that Ratchet's room is close to the medbay. He's just looking out for your well being, Ratchet.

Blurr gives him a gently squeeze on the arm before gesturing to the berth. "Make your self COMFORTABLE."

Now that Blurr discovered he has that superpower he'll be using it more in the future.

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Ratchet lets Blurr lead him in, and at his request, he shrugs and does as asked, sitting down on the edge of his berth with his hands folded neatly together in his lap.

"Now what?"

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"Now..." Theres a electric sound as the electric buffer comes to life. "...you let me smooth down the worse of your hardened edges."

Blurr grabs one of Ratchet's arm and holds it with ease, pressing the buffer to the palms of his hand first. The sensation was not too light not too heavy. The friction, soothing caress soothing all the prickles of pain in Ratchet's sensor net from the recent overwork.