mondscheinattentater:

*She raises an optic ridge at the both of them, but dismisses both accounts. She doesn’t really want Steeljaw around her anyway. She winces slightly as he works, though tries to keep as much of it from showing on her face as she can*

/doesn’t even look up/ Don’t act like I can’t hear jou. Jou run off und I’ll track jou down. Vjat are jou going to do, bleed all over zhe baze?

/squints, leans in close to make sure he got all the lines/ ….mmn, ja. It von’t be bleeding until Herr Doktor getz to it, at leazt. /grabs the cloth again, starting to rub down her face like a true mother hen/ Hafn’t zeen zhis for a vhile. 

;stalks over to a vent and just plainly opens it because fuck the police, he ain’t no chick over here and refuses to be sat on by Nurse Blaster;

mondscheinattentater:

sombre-procession:

*She onlines her optics and nods, carefully removing her hand from the open wound. It seems to be slowing down, but then again, she’s got a fair amount on her already. Still, she’s not passed out yet, so that’s a good sign.*

Jou alvayz zay zhat. Jou’re biazed. /amused click, focusing on trying to examine Flip Sides’ damage/

/clucks slightly, settling down the welder to pick up one of the kit’s rags instead. He starts wiping away the greatest bulk of the energon around her throat to make the breaks visible before welding the broken lines back together/ Lookz vorze zhan it iz…probably feelz zhat vay too…

;slowly going to move his way away from the clucking mother hen over here in favor of going to the vents and fixing his own wound;

mondscheinattentater:

sombre-procession:

*Oh, if only she had a voice right now. Then again, she surmised it best she didn’t. She gives a deep, slightly shuttered vent and offlines her optics, tucking her free arm under the one holding her neck. Yeah, starting to really feel that battle.*

/rolls his optics/ Naturlich. It’z alvayz mein fault. /sets Steeljaw down and scratches behind his ears before he can launch anywhere/ Ich liebe dich, even vhen jou make mein life difficult.

/sets Flips Sides down too and kneels in front of her/ Ich liebe dich auch. Now, let me zee it. Let’z get it all patched zo jou don’t bleed out. /has the welder out

That’s because it is. You should have stopped after one. ;flicks ear up and tilts his helm, purring loudly before his optics flickered; … ;oh his focus is on Flips now? let’s pretend;

;starts licking his wound, still purring loud enough to hear but remains silent now;

mondscheinattentater:

sombre-procession:

…….. *Just going to hang here limp, holding on to her neck with a dark expression. At this point, she wouldn’t bother with a retort even if she was able.*

Zhat’z becauze I vent back to vork becauze jour aft vas napping avay pozt-zhock! /sigh/ Alvayz vith zhe melodrama. I didn’t zend her after jou. Zhe vas going after jou anyvay! I juzt zet groundrulez. Vhich jou ignored. 

;rolls his optics; …It’s still your fault for building her. ;licks at his paw; Now, put me down. ;wants to lick at the wound on his tail thank you very much;

mondscheinattentater:

!! *She gives a startled static-filled yipe before giving a now-visable glare over to her brother. She tenses up one of her hands, like she’s considering reactivating her blades again.*

/sighs, holds his arms further apart so they can’t get at each other/ Zteeljaw. Jou ztarted zhis. Jou ate her angel vhen zhere are Insekten literally funf Minuten avay. Even if jou von’t get zhem, jou know I vould.

Und Flip Zidez actually liztened to me, dezpite everyzhing, und didn’t ztart carving into jou vith zhe intent to offline jou. Zhe made jou uncomfortable for a moment. I bet jou didn’t even feel it after a day’z rezt, did jou?

Now do I have to knock jou two out oder can I zet jou down und get to vork?

…You never told me not to carve into her with the intent to offline her. ;even if you did, he wouldn’t listen; You shouldn’t have sent her after me. It’s your own fault before being moronic. ;hisses at her before up at Blaster;

mondscheinattentater:

sombre-procession:

*Being unable to retort or protest at the moment, other than a small whine, she just hangs there and glances up at Blaster for a moment before looking around the floor for whatever might be left of her mask.*

Big threat, Zteeljaw. Jou do zhat in jour zleep und I know jou. Jou’re probably going to do it anyvay. Not ztop zquirming und let me patch jou both up. /shakes a little/

/hears the whine and glances over at Flip Sides/ Vhat? Zomezhing zhe matter? Other zhan zhe bleeding. Uze jour comm, Liebchen.

;hisses; Rrrow. ;claws at and gives a few tiny kicks before going limp, not feeling like fighting him;

You know what’s wrong with her? She caught a disease from Rosanna.

It’s called bitch. ;gives her a kick to the side;

mondscheinattentater:

*Her vents cycle heavily as she holds her neck to slow the bleeding, sending them both an annoyed buzz*

Oh, like frag, Zteeljaw. Know vhere ve’re all going now? Ve’re going to zit down. Right hier. Und I’m going to patch both of jou up. Und zhen ve’re going to go und zee Herr Doktor.

Vhy?

Becauze I can’t fix her vocalz.

;shoves his paw against Blaster’s chest and attempts to shove away; You both can go on but I am quite content with heading to the vents and by that, I mean, let me go before you lose a limb. ;smiles sweetly and purrs as he continues pushing at mutti;

;nope, he’s going to go take a nap in the vents with the humans;

mondscheinattentater:

Vhat did I fragging zay to jou two, huh?! /storms over, yanks the two apart. Yes he’s holding you both by the scruff/ I zaid “no offlining”. I zaid “let’s avoid Herr Doktor”. Und now zhis. 

;gulps down the vocalizer before squirming around against the grip on him;

…I’m afraid you’ll have to see your favorite medic without me. I have a date. ;with the vents and a nap, that is;

sombre-procession:

*She manages to keep her expression neutral as usual, though it felt strange seeing things without her mask.* It seems we are even at the moment… *She tries not to make her cycling vents too apparent* Hmm…I thought you intended to end me, brother?  What happened to that plan? *Barely masking the mock behind the statement. She’ll casually keep a hold of her new trophy, yup*

;no tail to swish, leaving no warning but a low grumble before the feline was in the air. It was only for a short moment, however, as he jerked forward and immediately slammed his face under her chin to viciously bite into her neck wires. HE’S GOING TO GET HER VOICE BOX WHETHER SHE LIKES IT OR NOT;

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sombre-procession:

*Now feeling completely exposed in more ways than one, her optics narrow further in a half glare-half wince as he digs his claws into her faceplates. She really didn’t like that you did that to her mask, you know. She squeezes her legs under him, tucking them on his chest, and uses all her negative emotion-driven energy to kick him over her head and onto his back. Taking advantage of him while he’s down, she crawls over him, not minding if she happens to shank a leg joint or two, and unmercifully slices off his tail.*

;grunting as he’s actually tossed, he drops the mask near his face; …RRRRRROW!! ;attempts to play off the leg joints but as soon as his tail is sliced, he lets out a loud yowl of pain, kicking both legs right at her visor, claws flailing and digging into them; You little bitch. ;actually WHIMPERS as he digs into against the glass and squirms around NOT HIS TAIL WHY HIS TAIL WEH;

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