Ratchet: *carrying an armful of worn armour out of Magnus's room and grumbling*
Magnus: *grumbling back inside there*
Orion Pax: *blink blink. Will wait until Ratchet's distracted to duck back to Magnus' room*
Magnus: *sitting on his bed without the outer armour, scowling horrifically behind his face mask* ...Don't want to look like Optimus.
Orion: *soft snort* We don't look that much alike anymore, Magnus.
Magnus: *looks up. Soberly* But this look is still famous in your name. I don't want people thinking that I'm cloning to get attention.
Orion: But you aren't. It's not your fault we ended up as build siblings... Besides, A3 was in a hurry.
Magnus: *sighs* All that doesn't matter. You know what people say when they see a bot that looks like this. *eyes flick over Orion's shoulder, and his brows quirk*
Orion: *blinks and looks over his shoulder*
Nightwish: *slips past Orion and over to her husband. Studies his face* Does that mask come off?
Magnus: *blink blink* ...
Orion: *grin* It does. *speaking from experience*
Nightwish: *pleased sound as she finds the catches and removes it. Quick peck, and then she's taken off with the mask*
Magnus: *face palm* *rueful chuckle*
Orion: *snerk* Well, there's no way people'd mistake you for me now.
Magnus: *looks down at himself, and then into the mirror on the bed tray* *rhetorical* I'm not getting any of that back, am I?
Orion: Ratchet'll give your armor back when he's done fixing it. Or I'll sic my kids on him. I'm not sure I could convince Nightwish to give your mask back, though.
Kriti: *open channel* //Thanks, Ultra Magnus! This scrap is delicious!//
Orion: ... *facepalming muchly* *no, he was NOT expecting that*
Ratchet: *as he walks past in the hall behind Orion* This stuff's worn out scrap. And it's out of date. Besides. I'm not afraid of your kids. I have pizza.
Orion: *thrrpts Ratchet*
Ratchet: Same to you, buddy. *looks down as tiny arms wrap around his leg* Hello, Diehard.
Diehard: *click, chirp!*
Ratchet: Why don't you go look at your uncle Magnus? *grins at the little guy* I'll get you a piece of pizza while you do that.
Magnus: *questioning look for Orion as he hears this*
Diehard: *perk, scoot! Stops to hug Daddy leg, then resumes his beeline to Uncle Magnus*
Orion: *soft chuckle as his leg is hugged*
Magnus: *looks down at the tiny form that's approaching and gasps as he sees a baby who is nearly the spitting image of his brother save for the body colour, lack of mask, and the shape of the tiny helm*
Diehard: *chirp, click, pop! Gonna try and climb up to see you, Uncle!*
Orion: *moves to help his youngest with that*
Magnus: *quietly, as he reaches toward the baby with the arm that works better* And here's even more reason for me to change my outline.
Diehard: *reaches for snuggles*
Orion: *rolls optics* Diehard knows who his parents are.
Diehard: *chirps and clicks to Uncle*
Magnus: *as he pulls the bitty guy close to his chest* That's not what I meant. Can't you see that the look is coded into your spark? It's yours.
Orion: *as Diehard snuggles happily* It's coded into both of our sparks, Dion.
Magnus: *looks up with a quizzical frown*
Orion: We were rebuilt as brothers. So why shouldn't we have familial resemblance?
Magnus: *quietly* I've seen the scorn faced by other bots who resemble you. It makes it very hard for a man to do his job.
Ratchet: *passes by behind Orion again* Oh suck it up.
Magnus: *frowns* He's unusually grumpy this morning.
Orion: *frowns after Ratchet* Yes, he is.
Diehard: *gonna hug Uncle with all his bitty might! You no has sad, k?*
Magnus: *distracted from wondering about Ratchet. Clicks softly to the black and silver sparklet as he smiles down at him*
Nightwish: *back* See, Tailgate? That's what he really looks like. *grins as she directs her new friend's attention to her husband*
Tailgate: Ooooh, wow! You were right. He is pretty!
Whirl: *gonna peek around Nightwish* *snort* You just think so because he's the same color as your guy, Tailgate.
Tailgate: *huff, baps Whirl's leg* That's not what makes Nightwish's husband pretty!
Orion: *muted his vocalizer, is silently laughing*
Magnus: *hardened old solder is BLUSHING himself dizzy here!*
Nightwish: *challenging smirk at Whirl* You saying he's not pretty?
Whirl: He's not the kinda pretty I like to look at.
Diehard: *chirp, clickclickclick*
Orion: *gonna hurt himself with the force of that silent laughter if he's not careful*
Nightwish: *gentle but noticeable bap for Whirl*
Whirl: Oy! *whap!*
Nightwish: *bap bap bap! SWAT!*
Whirl: *whap, swat, bap!*
Tailgate: *more meep, seeks shelter*
Ratchet: STOP FIGHTING IN MY WARD!
Nightwish: *so scram!*
Whirl: *ditto that!*
Magnus: *looks behind his bed as concern overcome mortifacation* Are you alright, Miss?
Tailgate: *biiiig optics behind her visor* That was scary!
Magnus: *kindly and reassuring smile* They were only playing. There was no danger. *realizes something and turns his head to look at Orion with surprise* Fixer isn't here.
Orion: ... 0_0 She isn't.
Magnus: *expression changes to sympathy* *quietly* Separation anxiety.
Orion: *quietly* Yeah...
Tailgate: *wibble* Poor Ratchet.
Magnus: *thinks of how sad and lonely he'd be without Nightwish within reach. Quiet throat clearing sound as he hugs little Diehard*
Orion: *absent frown, is talking to Ariel about this. And also pestering the Prime*
Jazz: //Can't be together all th' time, 'Rion. Fixer's in India for two weeks ta advise 'em on their space program.//
Orion: //Mech, think who you're talking to. And remember how long Ariel and I were apart. Ratchet's hurting from the loneliness.//
Jazz: *slightly shaky sigh* //If I gotta deal, so does he.//
Orion: ... *brow ridges up* //Where's Showtime?//
Jazz: //With Desi, on tour.//
Orion: *much wince* //I see.//
Diehard: *more chirp and clickstorm*
Magnus: *quietly, to the little mechlet* Uncle Ratchet misses Aunty Fixer. She's not here right now, and he's sad.
Magnus: *kindly* Do you want to go help him eat his pizza?
Diehard: *much think, then a nod* *chirp*
Magnus: *looks up at Orion* Will you help him down?
Sideswipe: *is the sound of shaken Lambo syndrome from the waiting room*
Orion: *small nod, moves to get his bitty son* *quietly* Jazz's mate is on tour with her sister.
Magnus: I know. I've been watching them on the news. *checks on Tailgate to see if she's recovered from her fright*
Tailgate: *moving to crawl out from behind the bed*
Diehard: *much clickstorm as he's set on the ground, then he's toddling off to love on Uncle Ratchet*
Orion: *gentle hand on the little femme as she tiptoes past him*
Tailgate: *visor lights with her quizzical grin*
Magnus: *sighs* And now I better rest. *tries to settle himself down, forgets he's a different shape now and nearly falls off the bed* !!!
Orion: *awks and moves to help*
Magnus: *shaky intake as he blinks at his brother* Yes. I better get some sleep.
Orion: I'll get you tucked in. *putting action to words*
Magnus: *grim expression cracks into amusement as he squirms slightly* Orion, you jerk, I can't move.
Orion: *much grin* That's the point! *tuck tuck tuck! Then he's grabbing Tailgate and booking it from the room*
Magnus: *amused grumbling as he wriggles a bit more, and then a long drawn out yawn as he settles down and shuts his optics off. Falls asleep in the middle of praying for help for Ratchet to cope with loneliness*
((Written with random_xtras))