[OOC]
This will be the last post I make on this account.

Hello, this is M00n/Celine. I'm permanently leaving this RP as a whole. I had my good memories here, playing this character and several others. Making new friends along the way. But things have changed and this group harmed me in many ways.

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Was it you.

WHOEVER PUT THIS CRUDE PHALLIC DOODLE ON MY BACK WITH A HEART.

I WILL FIND YOU.

[OOC]

He just learned about reaction images ✨

Pardon me..

WHAAAAT?!

WHO PUT THIS ON MY BACK AND TAKE IT OFF OF ME.

You're not my parental figure.

Pfffft.

Uh huh.. Sure... It's "powerful."

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Like that's ever going to happen to me.

Forgive me for correcting your grammar. I saw the many mistakes in your sentence and I couldn't help myself.

Good for you.

It's not for me.

Yes I can. I have the freedom to speak how I feel

I don't care who your creator's creator is, it doesn't scare me.

What.

Shut up.

That means it's useless then if it doesn't serve an important function. Thank you for proving my point.

I'm perfectly functional.

I don't have that instinct.

Your*

Doesn't*

Quite*

The ground. His servo gripping the Medic's arm tightly. Some metal denting from his digits digging in.]

Grabbed Formyle's arm, pulling him up for him to see him face to face.]

𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲?..

[Tilting his head at the Autobot medic, a dark expression on the purple mech's face before throwing him down to the ground roughly.]

Pathetic..

[Picking up the Medic harshly off

[Viewing the message Red Apple sent, a sense of joy spread across his frame. Perhaps some justice could be served for their comrade.. There was no need for the autobots to think they can show mercy to all.

Slowly turning towards Formyle. The medic didn't deserve to get away with it.

Cyclonus

Decepticon way.

[Putting down his datapad and glasses on the table in the breakroom. Taking a deep vent.]

Friendships you say?...

Hmmm..

Making "friends" all depends on the loyalty you have for that mech. That mech will have your back in the heat of battle, someone you can trust with your spark.

That is the +

Seeing everyone celebrate a holiday as pathetic as this.

Love is meaningless. No use for it other than weakness.

[A deep sigh came out of the purple mech after the hearing the pede steps coming into the break room. The minibot right in front of him looking giddy as always.

Taking off his reading glasses and closing the datapad. He looked down at Tailgate.]

What is it that you want to know about, Tailgate.

Off his shoulders.]

......

We'll make sure to notify Yolk about the access

[The blades were withdrawn as Cyclonus watched Red examinging their Comrade, Yoke's frame. It looked terrible, clearly showing damages, the medic knew nothing of fixing up mechs.

His optics continued to narrow at the Autobot medic. If he tried to do something, he won't hesitate to cut that helm

unnoticed.]

Say those words again and I will have your helm.

[Narrowing his optics at the Autobot medic, still suspiscous about him until a scowl appeared on his faceplates as the medic described their comrade. How dare he!]

You don't have the right to describe him like that, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲𝐥𝐞.

[He sneered, pointing his blades at the medic. He will not let this go +

And were opportunistic. But alas, they had to go for the sake of their comrade.]

Call out to the medic.