The Horrible Truth [Nexus RP]

[dumbassludge]

Sludge is pretty much wax in and wax out with his hangovers. If he gets one it isn't much of one and usually hardly has one at all. So it shouldn't be a horrible surprise to see him already trundling down the hall at ten in the morning. He smiles as he walks down the hall. If his skipping didn't break the ground beneath him, he'd do it. It would be

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[doc_ratchet]

In the CMO's office, Ratchet is still sitting, quietly absorbing the footage from the shuttle from the attack on Autobot City when he hears Sludge out in the bay proper. A few quick key commands, and the file is tucked away in his own private stores, and then wiped from the office terminal. Sludge doesn't need to see that, any of it.

He rises, unlocking the door and slipping out into the bay, fixing a smile on his features.

"Good morning Sludge. How do you feel today? Are you up for a walk, big guy?" he asks pleasantly.

[dumbassludge]

The Dinobot smiles and nods at Ratchet. "Me, Sludge, feel great! We go on walk together."

Something about Ratchet's demenor seems off to Sludge. He can't put his finger on it, but his creator seems off.

"You, Ratchet, sick from too much party?"

[doc_ratchet]

Ratchet offers Sludge a shake of his head and another small smile.

"No, Sludge. Just tired from too much work," he replies, waving his arm across the bay at the partially finished Aerialcron shells. "So. Where are we going?"

[dumbassludge]

Sludge takes in the Aerialcron shells and nods.

"We go to pond in park. The mama duck had babies, and the pretty gooses are back now," He says as he pulls out a bread loaf from subspace. "We feed the ducks and me Sludge will make pictures."