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[tickingheart]

[The robot had been oddly quiet for a few days, even avoiding his family as much as possible during the Thanksgiving dinner. But now the phone in his room was knocked off the hook, and if you're listening carefully, you can hear him muttering to himself. There's something off about the words, slow and buzzing.]

Shouldn't have listen...ed to her... liar... don't hurt me again, no... one hurts me again... can't trust... them.... should have remembered that...



[Family members are free to notice that he has claimed possession of the house's sharpest kitchen knife, and a tool box. The knife was used to cut open the covering on his right arm, and the tools are being used in an attempt to one-handedly install a gun there.]

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[electrowhipit]

[ hello, just passing through- but might have heard something through the door, if not him talking then certainly the sounds of repair.

Knock knock-! ]

Hey, you okay in there?

[tickingheart]

Go... away.

[electrowhipit]

[ if anything, Jolt knows that usually means he's not okay, so opening the door-! ]

[tickingheart]

[Your not!son is sitting there on the floor, his right forearm laid open, working on fitting a gun in there. The weapon looks like it's made to fit inside his arm, but he's having problems installing it using only one hand. There's something wrong with him too, his movements slow and fumbling.]

[electrowhipit]

Whoa, whoa! What the frag do you think you're doing?

[lafillebleue.livejournal.com]

[Aoko hears . . . and twitches. And frets.]

[tickingheart]

... Installing a ... regain?

[tickingheart]

[The robot doesn't respond. At some point in the future though, they are going to have to meet up.]

[electrowhipit]

What kind of... is that a gun?

[kaitopants.livejournal.com]

[... he shouldn't be responding. But he does, anyway]

... what are you doing?

[tickingheart]

[He's either very very tired, or slightly drunk.]

's mine. It belong..s to me.

[electrowhipit]

... Are you okay? You don't look so good.

[tickingheart]

Nothing.

[tickingheart]

[Two slow blinks.]

'm tired.

[kaitopants.livejournal.com]

You're a bad liar.

[electrowhipit]

Tired. [ oh, what he wouldn't give for his diagnostic systems right now ]

... Let me at least help you with that. You're never gonna get anywhere trying to do it one handed.

[tickingheart]

Hold this here then. [He taps on the gun with his index finger, holding it in place on the inside of his wrist.]

's hard to do repairs.

Didn't think it'd be this hard.

[tickingheart]

's nothing that concerns you.

[His speech is slow, and slightly slurred.]

[kaitopants.livejournal.com]

You sound drunk. I'd think you were if I didn't know any better.

[electrowhipit]

[ sigh, sitting beside him and doing as directed. He's not thrilled about Robo with a gun- especially if he's acting strange, but if he knows how to put it together, he can figure out how to take it apart ]

If you can tell me what to do, I can probably do most of the work. You're not in any condition to do much of anything.

[tickingheart]

... just tired.

[tickingheart]

Okay...

[He walks Jolt through the installation, explaining what goes where in the rather complex clockwork mechanisms of his build.]

[kaitopants.livejournal.com]

[he's asking against his better judgement]

What happened?

[electrowhipit]

[ does as instructed, taking mental notes as he goes. Cybertronian medical training sure comes in handy for things like this! ]

[tickingheart]

's not your business.