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[kaijugrrroupie]

Who: Newton Geiszler and Yooooou
Where: Around LA, The Autobot base, and Newt's clinic
When: NOW
What: A catch-all for Newton as he realises he's been working too hard and then goes out to work hard on catching up on all the social stuff he's been missing because he's been working too hard. He then goes to check up on his robot babies and then back to the clinic to watch Godzilla to soothe his soul. Please, someone get him an intern. Or twelve.
Warnings: Newton should probably be his own warning.

[Thread-starters below! But I can roll with anything. CONDOR agents can also catch Newt in his office in the CONDOR building.]

Comments

[asafepairofhands]

Since I got stuck on a planet full of them.

[Ratchet sounds peeved, watching Newt's face narrowly before he actually goes over and reaches down, putting delicate fingers under Newt's chin so he can tilt Newt's head up, eyeing his face critically.]

You're malnourished and exhausted. Are you ill?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt's taken by surprise when Ratchet is suddenly practically on top of him, and he blinks owlishly as he's grabbed. He's pretty sure if he wasn't so tired, he'd be able to dodge those fingers, but Ratchet managed to get there first.

He frowns, looking up at Ratchet like he's crazy.]

What? No! I'm fine.

[asafepairofhands]

Newt.

[Ratchet's voice isn't quite sharp, but it's flat and no-nonsense, brooking no argument.]

Kindly refrain from acting like you're the only person who can possibly know anything about xenobiology and lying directly to my face. What's wrong?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt manages to shove Ratchet's fingers from his chin and huffs before he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose to rub at his eyes.]

Look, I'm fine. Really. I'm not sick. Just busy with everything.

[asafepairofhands]

You don't have to be sick to be 'not fine.'

[He watches Newt for another long moment, his optics hard, before they dim and he looks away, shaking his head and trying not to look exhausted himself.]

Whatever. I'm not your physician. Run yourself into the ground, if you want, then.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Do Cybertronian's even sleep? It's occurred to Newt that he's never actually asked that question. He blows a raspberry at Ratchet just to be petulant, and settles back down into his seat.]

Maybe I will.

[asafepairofhands]

At the rate you're going, yeah.

[Ratchet shakes his head, mouth pressed to a thin, flat line as he turns to go back to the medibay.]

Suit yourself.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt can't shake the feeling that Ratchet's trying to guilt him into taking time off. Two can play at this game. He rubs his eyes again and gives a frustrated moan.]

Look, if I didn't have to read this stupid medibay procedure document that is longer than freaking War and Peace ontop of all the other work I have to do, maybe I'd actually get more than three hours of sleep. What's Ultra Magnus' problem? It's not like I'm don't know what I'm doing.