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[daintylegs]

"Hey, sorry I missed your call! I'll try to get back to you when I can, okay?"

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[knaval]

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.

[daintylegs]

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?

[knaval]

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!

[daintylegs]

[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?

[knaval]

[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.