[Bearmon, ruiner of moments. The bear anxiously makes a motion to continue, he'll just be out over here away from them, up until Ratchet snatches the hat off his head.]
Go. Sit. Stay quiet. Please. [That 'please' is ground out and almost doesn't even make it out of his mouth.
Thankfully for all, Bearmon does as he's told, climbing up onto one of the seats and looking very distraught. Ratchet, hat still in hand, turns back to Arcee and clears his throat, though doesn't meet her eye. Awwwkward, Bearmon. You made things super awkward.]
A drink would be fine. And perhaps at some point I should take a look in a reflective surface.
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Go. Sit. Stay quiet. Please. [That 'please' is ground out and almost doesn't even make it out of his mouth.
Thankfully for all, Bearmon does as he's told, climbing up onto one of the seats and looking very distraught. Ratchet, hat still in hand, turns back to Arcee and clears his throat, though doesn't meet her eye. Awwwkward, Bearmon. You made things super awkward.]
A drink would be fine. And perhaps at some point I should take a look in a reflective surface.