[he apparently doesn't have any smart comments for anything further, falling silent as he threads his fingers through the wires to undo his earlier work. everything was wired correctly-- the only sloppy parts were in the organisation.
it doesn't take him long to separate and gather them.]
Arbitrarily sorting things is not unpleasant. I see the appeal.
Is isn't arbitrary, but I'm pleased to hear that you understand why cleaning and sorting is good for the mine. No, don't cross them that way. The final product won't look good.
Nothing is as calming as seeing a perfectly organized room after a difficult day.
[he's careful of what he says next; he imagines that minimus likely suffered as a result of that altmode. he's certain in his own world, minimus wouldn't have lasted a couple years, especially before the social upheaval and war. even post-war he'd have trouble...]
You have... four altmodes? Incredible. [he means this genuinely; there isn't a hint of sarcasm in his voice.]
Astrotrain has three modes, too. Yet he's quite a bit bigger than you. [he really wishes he could remember if there was an ultra magnus in his own world. at the start, he was killing so many autobots indiscriminately that none of them meant anything to him. his hands pause briefly in the work while he wonders, for the nth time, why optimus still wants anything to do with him.] Here.
He's a triple changer. I have to take off or put on armor to reach those alt-modes.
[It's very magical girl-like. Different outfits provide different powers.
Minimus takes the wire and snakes it around the others to minimize risk of entanglement.] It does help that I'm small enough that donning two sets of armor does not give me an unnatural height.
You still have multiple modes. That's just linguistics. [he keeps the wires straight across his own wrist as he says this, expression crimping.] Are turbofoxes a... common alternate mode?
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it doesn't take him long to separate and gather them.]
Arbitrarily sorting things is not unpleasant. I see the appeal.
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Nothing is as calming as seeing a perfectly organized room after a difficult day.
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[speaking of, he just remembered minimus is a fox! what the fuck!]
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It's dusty and requires one of the cleaning drones.
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[he's careful of what he says next; he imagines that minimus likely suffered as a result of that altmode. he's certain in his own world, minimus wouldn't have lasted a couple years, especially before the social upheaval and war. even post-war he'd have trouble...]
You have... four altmodes? Incredible. [he means this genuinely; there isn't a hint of sarcasm in his voice.]
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[Not gesturing, just pulling of more wires.] Where's the D-3 red wire?
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[It's very magical girl-like. Different outfits provide different powers.
Minimus takes the wire and snakes it around the others to minimize risk of entanglement.] It does help that I'm small enough that donning two sets of armor does not give me an unnatural height.
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The wire in Minimus's hand drops from his fingers.] No. [He picks up said wire and turns away from Megatron.]
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Ah... well, we're getting along well here. Another ten clicks and I think we'll be finished.
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Good. I'll get dressed before we leave. [He sits up straight and gets to work in silence.]