rwn./Lost Light/. Anniversary

[dens_extra_pups]

Minimus Ambus: *can feel the corners of his mouth twitching in the same strange manner as it does when Mini Jazz does things that Dion calls funny. The little hugmonster is currently draped over his shoulder and snoring softly, however, and what is making him smile is the box that he just teleported home with from the Black Dog. The box is beautifully wrapped, and he was assured that it would make the lady in his life happy*

Ratchet: *is still not aware that she's talking to empty armor with a voice-activated, recorded response* *she's been trying to arrange meetings with local medics to learn what she can in the hopes of helping Megatron recover his strength, dealing with prank aftermath, and trying to track down Rodimus since yesterday, because she wants to know where his old shell is, if it still exists* *in short, she's tired and not thinking clearly*

Minimus Ambus: *scoots inside and turns to tell Signal Lancer off for being so annoying!* Don't think Red Alert missed that!

Ratchet: ... *looks up from her datapad* *confused blinking* What?

Minimus Ambus: *turns toward her as the door closes* Hmm?

Ratchet: ... *looking back and forth between you and the Magnus Armor now, Minimus* ... *trying to figure out what's going on*

Minimus Ambus: 0_o You never noticed?

Ratchet: ... *so much frown, her optics a bit bright*

Minimus Ambus: *concerned frown as he walks over and holds up the beautiful box* *quietly* I was getting a gift in celebration of our anniversary.

Ratchet: Our... Oh brother. *face-palming at herself* I completely forgot about that.

Minimus Ambus: *still offering the gift* Verity assures me that it is the man's duty to remember.

Ratchet: *as she moves to accept the gift* Still, I'm usually better about remembering important dates.

Minimus Ambus: Have you finished your duties?

Ratchet: ... *checking* *quietly* I still haven't tracked down Rodimus.

Minimus Ambus: *startled look* He brought his daughter to watch a comedy show. Dion's with them.

Ratchet: *blink. Blink* *quietly* Oh.

Minimus Ambus: Rodimus came this morning and asked for Dion's presence in the party.

Ratchet: ... I must have missed that. *maybe if she hadn't been so busy with her other duties and worrying about things that may not need to be worried about...*

Minimus Ambus: *gently* Why don't you open your gift while I get dressed?

Ratchet: *small nod. Will work on opening the gift*

wrappings: *enclose a lovely wooden box with a hinged top*

Ratchet: *blinks and carefully opens the box*

box: *nine little compartments. Each compartment contains a beautiful object with tiny twinkling lights and an amazing warm, rich scent*

Minimus Ambus: *is getting dressed while Ratchet opens the box*

Ratchet: *blink. Blink. Will carefully get one of the objects out of its compartment so she can examine it closer*

Ultra Magnus: *steps close* *quietly* Do you want to taste it?

Ratchet: *blink* Taste? This is edible?

Ultra Magnus: I'm told that it is a type of candy.

Ratchet: Candy... *very soft snerk and a small head shake* *amusedly* Of course.

Ultra Magnus: *questioning look*

Ratchet: I've heard you can find anything in the Backwater. Shouldn't surprise me that someone's come up with candy for us.

Ultra Magnus: This is from Swindle Co. *hesitant arm around her*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, leans against him* Swindle Co. hasn't failed to provide good quality fuel. *will have a taste of the candy* *soft, pleased sound at the sweet strawbaby flavor*

Ultra Magnus: *softly* Do you like it?

Ratchet: *nods and offers a bite* Yes.

Ultra Magnus: *quietly* I have something else for you too.

Ratchet: *blinks* You do?

Ultra Magnus: *nod* But you have to temporarily disable your optic sensors.

Ratchet: ... *raised brow ridge* Alright. *will do so, trusting you, Ultra Magnus*

Ultra Magnus: *hesitates nervously, but then stoops slightly and gently shares energy in a gentle kiss*

Ratchet: *surprised sound, but is quick to reciprocate, doing her best to not make Ultra Magnus dizzy, even as she relaxes against his frame*

Ultra Magnus: *sighs as he ends the exchange, and then puts his other arm around her too*

Ratchet: *soft, contented sound, will snuggle*

Ultra Magnus: *quiet rumble* You're low on energy.

Ratchet: *quietly* I'll be alright.

Ultra Magnus: *more rumble* You're going to come and rest now.

Ratchet: *quiet sigh* Alright... but you should rest, too.

Ultra Magnus: Er. That was the plan.

Ratchet: ... Oh. *snuggle*

Ultra Magnus: I also have to collect shanix from Smokescreen.

Ratchet: ... Why?

Ultra Magnus: *leans back slightly and looks down at her* You know about his bet that no one can fool you.

Ratchet: ... Right. Right. *small nod* *frown* You were in on it?

Ultra Magnus: It was a general wager. Red Alert will have the proof that we need.

Ratchet: *small nod* Alright. *more snuggle. She's feeling a little better now*

someone: *knocking on the door*

Ultra Magnus: *without letting go of Ratchet* Come in.

Drift: *will do so once the door opens*

Ultra Magnus: Was there a problem with my not being a contributor?

Drift: No, I got the short straw for delivering winnings. *offers a credit chit*

Ultra Magnus: *uses one arm to take the chit* Thank you.

Drift: *nods* You're welcome. *will move to resume delivery of bet winnings*

Ultra Magnus: And now I have a thousand shanix with which to rent a vacation accommodation for the next few cycles.

Ratchet: ... Just how big was that betting pool?

Ultra Magnus: This was the reward for fooling you. It seems appropriate that you should benefit from it.

Ratchet: *snuggle* You are a massive suck. *said affectionately*

Ultra Magnus: *puzzled and uncertain expression* I... am?

Ratchet: *nods* Yes. You are, and you're my suck.

Ultra Magnus: Don't tell the others.

Ratchet: *soft snerk* Alright.

Ultra Magnus: Is there anything you want to bring? Our reservation is in the Eastern mountains.

Ratchet: ... Should we grab Dion and Mini Jazz?

Ultra Magnus: Mini Jazz is sleeping in my pocket, and I've paid Rodimus to take care of Dion while we're away.

Ratchet: ... *soft "heh"* That should keep Rodimus out of too much trouble.

Ultra Magnus: *quietly* I think it will convince him of his continuing worth.

Ratchet: *small nod* It would also help if he would quit avoiding Torque when she tries to talk to him.

Ultra Magnus: She cornered him at the show.

Ratchet: *soft snerk* Good.

Ultra Magnus: And dented him. *leads her out of the room*

Ratchet: ... First Aid can deal with the dent. *will lean on you, Ultra Magnus*

Ultra Magnus: Indeed. *and away they go, to watch mountain views from a comfortable hammock in a snug little pod*

((Written with random_xtras))