o23 ★ THANKSGIVING? NO THANKS.

[electrowhipit]

[ November is drawing to a close, and your local Autobot is in a grim mood. He's been keeping himself busy as a distraction, but it's not doing much to help.

Even so, he can be found doing one of three things:

A. Doing yardwork! He can be found in the front yard at 1249 Williams Road, raking leaves, tending to the garden. You might even catch him dragging a trashcan to the curb, the contents of which smell a bit like Thanksgiving dinner.

B. He seems to have tired of yardwork, and is trying to use electromagnetism on the rake and other various gardening tools- spade and what have you. He floats the tool up in the air and tosses it across the yard, trying to get it to land in a pile of leaves. His aim is improving, but sometimes he misses really, really badly- especially with the rake because it's more wood than metal. You might want to watch your head.

C. Going for a walk. Headed particularly towards Cunningham Lane, but he's taking his time about it. He's also deep in thought, so he's not exactly looking where he's going. ]

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[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

If you're going to try and stop me, save it. I'll get it back, and then I'll fix this.

[And he's back to walking away again.]

[electrowhipit]

[ He's going to try anyway, and he lunges, reaching for Sideswipe's shoulder ] Wait-!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He almost twists out of the way, but, at the last moment, lets himself be grabbed.]

... What?

[electrowhipit]

This is a stupid idea, Sideswipe, and you know it! They could take your limbs, your memories, anything! You could walk out of there not remembering what you went in there for.

Besides, what are you gonna do if you have a spark and I don't? Or what if we both go through with it and the town kills one of us again?

You're trying, I know, I get it, but there has to be another way!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

They've never done that. They've always just... you always remember why you went in! And when we get out of here, go home, I'll be back in my own body, and nothing that happens to this one will matter.

... I'd tell you what they took. Make sure it was safe for you. And... then I'd protect you.

Fixing this matters more than what they can take from me.

[electrowhipit]

It's too risky! This is the same place that killed you a few days ago, remember?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Keeping you with me isn't a risk!

[electrowhipit]

I'm not going anywhere!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Yes, you will. If I can't... fix this, you'll leave me.

[electrowhipit]

You're not going to fix it by going to the post office. Having a spark won't make it magically better.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... It would make me stop...

[Except it won't. Not by itself. He trails off, letting his gaze fall to the ground.]

It was the best idea I had.

[electrowhipit]

[ Just. Pulls him into a hug. ]

We both have a lot of work to do.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He stiffens for a moment, before letting himself give in to that and... well. Clinging.]

I do... you don't. I'm... so sorry.

[electrowhipit]

[ clings back ] I do so.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Just... buries his face in your shoulder.]

I don't think you do.

[electrowhipit]

I shouldn't expect you to know what I'm thinking, but I did. That's not fair to you.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... How is anything I did far to you?

[electrowhipit]

... I'm saying we're both at fault here, Sideswipe.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Ah.

I'm... still sorry.

[electrowhipit]

... So am I.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Just going to cling now, thanks.]

[electrowhipit]

[ Clings back for a moment ] Can we head inside? We have things we need to talk about.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He nods, and starts to head back in - although he's trying to keep in physical contact with Jolt, if possible.]

[electrowhipit]

[ ... screw it. He'll just grasp your hand ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He has no problem with that... and he'll lead you inside. Somewhere relatively private.]