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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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Absoloutly nobody will disturb this nap unless they wish to be shot.

Now there is a ford bronco in the middle of an important walkway with a large robotic cat sitting on top.

None shall pass without much scootching and off balanced panic.

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It has been a hot minute, both of their lives busy and frankly chaotic.

But with the prolonged eye contact and slow blink when Jack sees him, it is evidently clear Ravage is overjoyed to see his friend.

"Greetings, Jack. Ravage: has not fueled, today. Refueling together: appreciated." The feline mech hops off the toolbox to bunt his leg.

"Jack: well?"

@a-lurking-shadow There's a mech just. Loafing on Jack's toolbox.

It's not super unusual for that to be happening. Though it HAS been pretty busy as of late, so opportunities to hang out with the mech loafing on said toolbox have been fewer and fewer lately.

"Hey, Ravage," he greets, cheered up just to see the other. "Did you eat today, or should I grab you a cube?"

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His Soundwave is dead, who are you sending that to?

Ravage blinks open his optic, sensing a presence. His helm swivels to stare at the direction Megatron is standing at.

He's stretched out on a large rock, enjoying the sunshine on his plating.

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If it hadn't been Jack, they wouldn't even haven gotten their servo anywhere close to him, so yes.

"Risk: lessened, also: pleasing, to Ravage.:" Should Jack decide to lie on his back on the rock, he will recieve the honour of having the feline mech clamber on and flop on to his chassis, charged warm like a hot water bottle, purring quietly as they nap.

He's stretched out on a large rock, enjoying the sunshine on his plating.

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"Jack: living dangerously." He is very lucky he is Jack, and that Ravage is very tolerant of the young boy.

"Jack: cold?" He's just going to gently push that servo off of him. He doesn't mind the touch, but that is preferred anywhere else but his exposed belly

He's stretched out on a large rock, enjoying the sunshine on his plating.

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Optic opens up and he's staring at Jack, who's servo is now on his abdomen plating.

He's stretched out on a large rock, enjoying the sunshine on his plating.

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He's stretched out on a large rock, enjoying the sunshine on his plating.

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yeah ok thanks

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He could be chased. Ravage could also do with some tussling, he hasn't fought anyone in many years.

He finds himself idly wishing he had something to chase. What a shame it would be if someone was to dangle a rat on a string for him to go insane over….

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Hm... his energon reserves are running low again. He ought to find another portal and scavenge for some soon.

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His alternate got de-spined by Bumblebee.

It happens.

@a-lurking-shadow Ah, another Ravage also surviving past their alternate's demise.

If my “alternate” had been smart, he would not have been ripped in half. Such a scandalously stupid way to die. For Autobots no less !

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He has been booped by @mastermegatron

Megatron has Ravage's attention now. What an odd looking mech, he's never seen someone from his universe before.

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@a-lurking-shadow booping you back whenever you boop him

How lovely. Competition.

Let the games begin, fellow cat.