Transformers Mansion

He gets an enthusiastic razz, and a bit more scolding, and then she scuttles close to see if she can't maybe perhaps climb Mount Fallstreak.

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WakeJumper is also getting energon, it seems. Upon hearing Kimchee razzing Fallstreak, the orange medic also razzes, though his razz is aimed at the little femme, and it seems to have a hint of affection mixed in. WakeJumper nods at Fallstreak as he moves a short distance away.

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Fallstreak's attention is already wandering when Wakejumper's razz reaches his audios, which gets the medic his attention. The Decepticon returns the nod while he studies the other mech. There's a kind of unfocus to his perceptions that's one reason he doesn't notice if anyone's about to try and climb him...

"Good morning," he says, attempting a nod to inter-faction friendliness despite his less than optimal state of mind. Civic duty and survival instincts and all that.

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Little hands and feet might tickle as a certain little winged recycling project makes a dash up the distracted flier's side.

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"Good morning to you as well..." WakeJumper smiles a bit, before watching Kimchee and chuckling in amusement, "Seems you've got a passenger..."

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Alsmost as Wakejumper points it out, the Decepticon registers the little bot's touch and jerks away with a strangled half-yelp. His systems have started to wind down, but his startle response is still... slightly exaggerated.

He regains his balance and bats at Kimchee, a frantic edge to his movements that he's too off-balance to hide.

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"Eeeee! Nononononono! Kimchee in kimchee!" She ducks, and then turns and gives a flying leap toward WakeJumper. "Help help! Save Kimchee!"

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"Whoah! Easy, Kimchee!" WakeJumper catches Kimchee and transfers her to his shoulder, before giving Fallstreak a stern look. "Is it common practice to swat at teammates where you're from?"

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"What?" Fallstreak brushes at his armour for a second longer in distraction, then stills and looks around at the orange mech. "It's not common practice to climb all over them," he retorts, checking the symbols on his wings just to make sure they're still there. "And I never did have a Minicon..."

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"Zippy dippy doo dah bleah." Kimchee moves around and scrambles up to cling to and hide behind the back of WakeJumper's head. "Gone gone gone non... dumbdumb."

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"Well, how else is she going to get a better vantage point?" WakeJumper retorts, matter-of-factly. "Besides. She's not going to hurt you...At least, I don't think she will..." WakeJumper turns his head slightly to try to give Kimchee a curious look.

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Fallstreak bites back a response along the lines that he knows that. He really does, but he doesn't know why he overreacted like a Minicon and frankly, it's embarrassing him.

Can't afford to get irritable. I don't even know who he is.

He pulls himself up, rattling his wings a little as he settles them, and says instead, with forced indifference, "She has wings, doesn't she?"

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Kimchee, for her part, moves up till her tiny optics peer warily over the top of WakeJumper's head. Since she's hiding, she remains silent.

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WakeJumper resists the urge to roll his optics, "Just because she has 'em doesn't mean she knows how to use them yet..."

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"Well, then I'm encouraging her to learn," he points out, managing to relax enough to smile a little. "Relax, I didn't hurt her. I wasn't even trying to."

Which is technically sort of true.

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"Not buzzy," comes a quiet, thoughtful pronouncement from the back of the medic's head, which is now slightly wrapped in blue tarp wings.

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WakeJumper raises a brow ridge at Fallstreak, before chuckling a bit at Kimchee's comment. "And just what is that supposed to mean, Kimchee?"

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Meanwhile, it occurs to Fallstreak that he's still holding that energon... and yes, he's spilled some of it down his fins, courtesy of Kimchee. He grumbles softly, then has another drink from what's left while he grabs a handful of napkins, still listening to the conversation. He's not holding out much hope that the orange mech will get anything like a coherent answer, though.

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"Fuzzy buzzy wings for standing on air and seeing high." Kimchee scurries up to WakeJumper's forehead and looks down at him. "Kimchee wings for going, not seeing."

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"oooh...okay." sure, WakeJumper doesn't understand what Kimchee means, fully, but at least he's got somewhat of a clue!

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"She can't hover," Fallstreak translates. "I think that's what she means. Her wings are too primitive."

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"Not primi-timmi-timative!" Offended dignity makes WakeJumper's hat rattle the appendages in question. "Just different!"

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"Hey now, no fighting. Or I'll find a way to weld you both to a wall." WakeJumper is teasing, but he did study under his reality's Ratchet, and as a result, learned some interesting techniques...

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