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𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙔. ⍩
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{ packing a little night bag for tomorrow. she’s not really sure why swindle forcibly invited her over to his house, especially so insistently. }
February 9, 2026 at 2:50 AM
{ AH - CHOOO! all that sitting out in the cold might have been bad for you, ‘copter. * 🤧 }
February 9, 2026 at 1:44 AM
{ oh, right. the super bowl, the big game… blitzwing must be happy to watch all that stuff right now. flopping back into bed with a heavy sigh, face pushed into a pillow. * 😞 }
February 9, 2026 at 12:38 AM
{ holding her bubble wrap over her shoulder while snagging an energon cube to sip from… now waddling her way into her room while drinking away. }
February 8, 2026 at 10:13 PM
{ grrrrrrrr… taking the bubble wrap while walking away from the boxes, going into the kitchen. a deal is a deal. }
February 8, 2026 at 10:03 PM
ooh— can i have this?

{ pulling out the bubble wrap! }
February 8, 2026 at 9:59 PM
mmmm…

{ it’s not very interesting to her, but she’s still fiddling around in the boxes. VORTEX! }
February 8, 2026 at 9:53 PM
mm - hmm.

{ unfortunately, freezing wasn’t an option. returning her gaze to the boxes, reaching a servo to start peeking inside… }

what’s in here?
February 8, 2026 at 9:39 PM
yes…? i’m bringing in hot shot’s boxes— he said you asked swindle for some supplies. they’re kind of heavy.

{ her rotors flick, closing up the door and grabbing up the hand warmers. perfect. }
February 8, 2026 at 9:28 PM
{ a murmur leaves her in passing, moving along to haul the boxes inside. awfully heavy— what the hell did he ask for?! THUD. THUD! }
February 8, 2026 at 8:44 PM
oh, i can do that… huh?

{ she’s slowly coming to a stand, offering out her open palms once hot shot extends the hand warmer out to her— immediately, it feels very soothing to her digits! }

… thanks, shotty. i’ll, um, let onslaught know you dropped these off.
February 8, 2026 at 8:25 PM
… yeah. just a little bit of trouble. i was staying here.

{ puffing out her cheeks from beneath her battle mask, folding her arms over her chassis to conserve some heat. brrr! }

you can sit inside. the door is open.
February 8, 2026 at 8:15 PM
mmmn. kind of. not with my team, though.

{ eugh, why is she actually talking to him about her troubles? she doesn’t even trust swindle half of the time— sneakily shifting her gaze behind her. }

what’s that?
February 8, 2026 at 7:49 PM
no… i’m sitting out here. they might be sleeping.

{ shiverrrr… }
February 8, 2026 at 7:17 PM
i guess.

{ shifting over on her seat upon the steps, silently offering him room to head up them. brrr. }
February 8, 2026 at 6:33 PM
… ( ❓ )

{ shivering in the cold, but turning her helm towards the approaching wrecker. what’s he doing here? }
February 8, 2026 at 6:21 PM
{ peeking out of her room… making sure those two aren’t in the living room so she can sneak out to sit on the porch. it’s very cold out, especially for a frame size like her, she’s going to chill very easily, but it doesn’t stop her from sitting out. just basking in fresh air. }
February 8, 2026 at 2:53 PM
{ NO!!!! }
February 7, 2026 at 9:34 PM
{ nope. }
February 7, 2026 at 9:30 PM
{ what’s the boss thinking about? }
February 7, 2026 at 8:55 PM
{ still curled up. she did NOT sleep at all. }
February 7, 2026 at 7:22 PM
{ these walls are so thin, she can hear the bickering. it makes her miss her inky… }
February 7, 2026 at 1:16 AM
{ she still thinks he’s mad as heeellll. curling up further in her little bed. }
February 7, 2026 at 12:54 AM
{ the note clearly stated why!
‘ i’m sure u don’t want 2 see me right now, after everything, so i have 2 break ur rules. sorry inky. ’ }
February 5, 2026 at 11:27 PM
{ shifting her gaze to the ground. hardly will be talking today, moving the mostly empty cube back onto the nightstand so she can curl up into bed once more. }
February 5, 2026 at 11:19 PM