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re_alignment_logs2012-08-10 02:27 am
raceme) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-08-10 02:27 am
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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.]
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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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.