|This particular Autobot's decided to show up again. She's mostly just…|
Jul. 12th, 2008 @ 05:06 pm
"No, but I think I just walked through another one." Bee's looking over her shoulder. She doesn't look quite so much like an assault victim anymore.
"Hmm... And you're looking better." She's noticed the non-bashed upness.
"Yeah." Bee looks down and wriggles the fingers on her broken arm. "Feeling better too... other than a little smothered. I've finally figured out what sensation means I'm full, and which one means I'm hungry, so I've stopped getting sick and/or passing out and adding to the bruise collection, too."
"Good, that sounded pretty worrying."
"Worrying enough to convince Jazz, Sam, Rap, and
Gen that I need to be fussed over and protected 24/10." She sighs.
"I'm almost tempted to do the same," she replies.
Bee gives her a reproachful look.
"Well... I might. Or might not." Now she's teasing.
Bee makes gun fingers at her and raspberries, her big blue eyes showing humor.
Ata makes a raspberry sound right back.
That gets Bee laughing, and wincing as she puts a hand to where her still tender ribs are protected by the body cast.
That makes Ata feel a bit sheepish. "Oops, I have to try not to make you laugh too much, then."
"Ya think?" Bee's still grinning as she squints one eye shut.
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