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why do u assume it was smth i did???????????? he had some weird dream about that spiky megan that was also real and also i guess he is too in love with megatron for anything im going to set the stuff he left in my hab on fire brb

Hey! don't do that! you'll regret it later! come hang out with me it'll be alright riptide, im sorry.

[the response takes long enough that he definitely has gone and done something he will regret. as much of a strong reaction he is having, it's entirely because he is hurt and blaming himself.]

im fine tailgate just annoyed i guess idk why ive been dumped before :/

I don't blame you sounds like he wasn't super good for you anyway he's lame you don't need him

shut up tailgate u didnt kno him

sorry i didnt mean that im at macs come hang

I'll be right there.

[He turns up about five minutes later, carrying a couple of special cookies in his hand as he sits down opposite of his amica. He gently pushes one towards him.]

Wow, you look as rough as you sounded in your text.

Really? [he holds up his cube to look at himself in the reflection on the side. he looks the same? jeez. maybe he needs a wash.] It's only been a couple of hours. I guess it's the crippled self-esteem, maybe?

It's more your expression than anything.

[Tailgate puts his chin in a hand and surveys his friend sadly.]

How's it going?

Oh.

[he looks at the reflection again, expression pinching at himself. it's more of a childish pout, now he's aware of it.]

Well, refer back to crippled self-esteem. I guess I was dumb to think this was, uh, anything proper?

[Tailgate is torn between wanting to offer reasonable advice or go for the "they didn't deserve you anyway" best friend defence.]

Shut up! You're not dumb. He's dumb for doing whatever he did to you.

[He'd seen the rumours flying around by now.]

I can hurt him for you if you want.

I am dumb, [he says with a huff, a little more determined to be unhappy than he should be.] like, it's my thing. I don't understand stuff, like I didn't understand this.

[he leans his chin on his hand.]

Nah. He's already kind of messed up. That would just make it worse... I already set some of his stuff on fire.

I don't understand any of this either, if that makes you feel any better.

[He sighs and takes their drinks from the waiter, setting one down in front of his amica.]

So did he actually, y'know, talk to you about whatever happened?

A little, I guess. I'd rather talk about this with you than Drift, at least. Drift would give me good advice.

[riptide takes one with a noise of thanks, leaning back in his seat as well as his kibble will allow.]

Not really. It was basically just I made out with the crazy Megatron in a dream, bye!

[Wow. Tailgate has half a mind to pick up his dear beloved friend and throw him through a wall. Surely the bartender lady won't mind too much.]

I mean.

Does it really count if it's a dream?

[mikaela seems to sense this thought tailgate has and sends him a flat look, slowly shaking her head. not today.]

I wouldn't have counted it! I would've just been like, I mean, that Megatron is all kinds of weirdly attractive, so I don't actually care if you dream about him! I think we all are, kind of!

[tmi, maybe. riptide mercifully does not go further into this.]

But he was really insistent on how he's a terrible person and I should just go away. Ugh. I'm starting to think I overreacted? Maybe I should've been more patient? I don't know. Maybe this was inevitable because neither of us are really... y'know. Into this.

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