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[nottabeater]

I... just need to write something down, I guess. Something happened, and I'm not sure... I....

So sad. We all are. Some are mad. Honey's all confused and isn't sure what's going on. Neither am I, really.

Jazz is dead.

Not my sparkmate... the other one. The funny big brother one that I tried so hard to save during the war. And now he's gone.

;_;

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

....

You got that on camera?

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

I had to, she's a cutie. ♥

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

*wan grin*

That was that first day I took her to the Nexus, wasn't it?

texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

It was.

Re: texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Wow. Thanks, Victor.

Re: texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Anytime.

You have my condolences. I didn't know him, and I don't think I know his alternate, but if he mattered to you I'm certain that he was a wonderful man.

Re: texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

I think you would have liked him. He... had the hip hop thing going, and the bling thing. And... well, I just think you two would have hit it off.

Re: texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

I think I would have, too.

Seems like my kind of person.

Can I come over so I can hug you?

Re: texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

... sure. Yeah, I'd like that. Here's the coordinates.

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

And she PINpointed over, and attached herself to Bumblebee's leg.

no more texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee hunkers down carefully and puts a hand on her small friend's back, her voice too staticy to say anything.

Re: no more texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Hug-hug-hug for her huge buddy. Incidentially, 'huge' has 'hug' submerged in it.

Re: no more texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," she manages at last, though the static's so thick in her voice that she hardly sounds like herself. "Thanks a lot, Vic."

Re: no more texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Always." She hugged a liiittle bit tighter.

Re: no more texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee's head goes down then, and two tracks of lubricant show on her face as she starts crying. Softly, so as to not wake the sparkling sleeping on her little bed in the corner.

Re: no more texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She looked up, then stretched up to try to wipe them away.

In grieving periods, she was quite certain that words were useless. When Victor was grieving, being consoled verbally just made her angry. So she made a point to show compassion in the other ways.

Re: no more texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

"I just... don't understand why any human would want to hurt Jazz," whispers Bee, shuttering her optics.

Re: no more texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Humans're stupid--" And there she goes into a soft string of fairly mild cursing, to explicate just how stupid humans were. They were probably decently amusing cures combinations, too.

She wiped her face gently with the sleeve of her jacket.

Re: no more texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee lets air out her intake softly, then shakes her head a little. "He would've died protecting them. He nearly did in that last fight...."

Re: no more texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Humans can't hivemind. There're always gonna be some who suck like a vampire wi' a tapeworm." She had used that comparison before, but she liked it so she stuck with it.

Re: no more texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee just makes a sad sound and shutters her optics again.

Re: no more texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

HUG-CLING-ATTACH.

Re: no more texty

[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

Bee finally gives in to her impulses and gently picks Victor up, holding her against her chest and silently drawing comfort from her small friend as she cries.

Re: no more texty

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She wrapped her arms around her as much as she could.

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[nottabeater.livejournal.com]

After a bit she lifts her head, then winces and wipes lubricant off Victor's hat. "Sorry."