On a potential return...

[wakizashi_straight]

[Here's a face that hasn't been here in a while. His gears whirr hopefully.]

It has been some time since we have worked together.

I hope I will get to see my friends again. I wish you luck, handler.

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[littlecrowgirl]

Noisy Boy!

[Boy is she glad to see you!]

Is it true? Are you really coming back?

[wakizashi_straight]

[Noisy Boy straightens up, nodding once (ignoring the grind of his own neck pistons) and tipping his head in something like a smile.]

I hope I can. I have missed you, Kay. There was a great deal left unfinished on Cybertron.

[Like this whole Midas/Noisy thing you're convinced of...]

[littlecrowgirl]

[She slightly winces at that grinding. Looks like someone needs an oil change.]

You have no idea. We've come a long way, you know, but we could always use some robot boxers.

[Nothing will unconvince her of your double unrequited love.]

[wakizashi_straight]

[Or a better mechanic. Charlie did what he could... which wasn't much, admittedly.]

So I have heard; you have all been busy. However, you seem to be lacking in boxers, and I did promise some people training in it.

[But there is no unrequited love, they just kind of hate each other. Mostly.]

[littlecrowgirl]

That's right you did! You promised me! And I'll tell you--I've gotten better over the time I've been here.

So you better be prepared, Noisy Boisy!

[wakizashi_straight]

Have you? I suppose I will have to find a programmer to unlock my fight coding then.

I would not want to make it too easy for you, Kay.

[littlecrowgirl]

You better promise that, mister. I'm itching for a challenge.

I got so hyped up, I did sit-ups. SIT-UPS!

[wakizashi_straight]

Sit-ups? I will have to promise you before you start doing push-ups, then.

I am glad you are excited at the prospect.

[littlecrowgirl]

They're next on my list, so you better hurry up. A girl waits for no one, not even robot boxers!

[Excited? She's ecstatic.]

[wakizashi_straight]

I must hurry then, or you will leave me far behind. I could not allow that.

[He's pretty stoked himself. In that quiet way of his.]