Ratchet and Drift Voice Test

[positiveenergy]

Drift pauses as he reaches the entrance to the medibay. He’s already put this off for too long, and he can just FEEL Ratchet’s disapproval. Still…there’s only so many days he can take with one of his hands not working properly. Not even mentioning that it was on BACKWARDS.

In retrospect, going to one of those second-rate, unnamed clinics was not one of his greatest ideas. Especially not when it was a procedure on one of his hands. All he’d wanted was a break from the constant chastising he got every time he went in for a repair. And using close combat weapons meant a LOT of repairs.

He decides that he may as well go in; he’s going to have to face Ratchet sooner or later to get this mess straightened out. The room is empty when he walks in and he stands in the center for a moment, looking around for any sign of activity. “Hello…?”

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[positiveenergy]

A short sigh leaves his mouth. It seems like any time he and Ratchet start to get along, something like this happens. Inevitably, one of them will slip up and say the wrong thing.

“Listen, Ratchet. I’m not saying you aren’t fine! I don’t doubt that you can take care of yourself. I don’t doubt that even if you did overwork yourself, you’d be just as capable. But it doesn’t matter how capable you are. As your friend, I think I’m entitled to worry at least a little bit. Even if I know you can handle things just fine.”

He leans against the wall and tests his hand out again, flexing his fingers gently and admiring the how quickly they’ve recovered.

“Maybe you could just think of it as…doing me a favor? Either way, I’ll try to be more careful.”

[asafepairofhands]

"Good," Ratchet says, but his face eases a little as he watches Drift test the range of motion in his hand.

"That loosening up all right?"

[positiveenergy]

“It feels great, especially considering I can feel it at all now.”

His optics tilt up towards Ratchet. “Trying to change the subject?”