[Traitorous Drone Broadcasting.]

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

[The feed comes on for only a moment.  Just long enough for the image to linger on three mechs sharing a berth.  Breakdown in the middle, Knock Out snuggled up on his right, and Jetstorm tucked to his left side.  Nothing amazing or flashy, just three cuddle bugs sawing logs together.  Aren't they cute?]

[The drone thought so, and thought everyone should know.  Hope you enjoyed, as the traitorous little drone is going to shut off the feed and flee the room before they wake and take offense to this breach.]

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[still_learning]

[He might not take offense, per se, but he will be mightily embarrassed. This wasn't exactly in the plans for him before he conked out while they were watching that movie earlier, but he'll have to remember to find a copy of it for himself. Background noise while he's starting to drift off is awesome.]

[Or at least it was, until the silence kicked in after. It starts with a little twitch, then another. Then a little more twitching and he'll squirm to get into another position. But that arm has him cradled good and he's not able to move as well as he'd like. So he'll whimper about it and go still.]

[A few minutes later, it loops back on him and little fingers try grabbing for... something. Anything. His face contorts, flashing between terror and anger. He settles again, and then a few seconds later starts an intense twitching fit, startling himself awake with a cry as he bolts straight up, one arm swinging a fist like he meant to strike something that just isn't there.]

[He's not fully aware of what's actually going around him, but he's still seeing his memory, watching it fade away, shaking in the aftermath.]

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[popculturecon]

[That drone won't be gone fast enough for the giggling coming from Soundwave.

WHAT PRECIOUS BABIES]

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[But she saw.]