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[Hook walked to the comms room where Soundwave had invited him to, before arriving there and looking left and right, then finally knocking on the door. Soundwave opened the door, before smiling]
Soundwave, inviting: Come in.
*Hook nods before entering, and seeing a table and two chairs facing each other, with two cubes of energon*
Hook, smiling: That's cute.
Soundwave, shyly: Hope you like it...
Hook: I really like it.
Soundwave, smiling and taking Hook's hand: You see me delighted.
[Hook blushed in surprise, before smiling shyly, and the two walked over to the table, before sitting face to face]
Soundwave, taking his energon cube: Let's toast.
Hook, smiling and doing the same: Let's toast.
[However, Brawl and Bombshell got to the hill, and Brawl pointed to the outside cinema screen a little further away]
Brawl, smiling: Well, let's look from here, so we're sure not to get noticed!
Bombshell: ...Actually a cinema is like a big television.
Brawl: Well yes. There was no cinema where you lived?
Bombshell: There was no television to be honest. At the same time, no one was making films in the Colony.
Brawl, surprised: Really?
Bombshell, shrugging: That wasn't in the tasks to do.
Brawl, sits on the floor: It seemed strange living there... You were just working?
Bombshell, also sits down next to Brawl: ...Yes. It was rare to have his own mind, that what Shrapnel say. The Insecticons are there to serve their different Gyinawez, their mission ends there.
Brawl: ...How did you feel about that?
Bombshell: ... *Clasps his hands together* ...To be honest... I didn't feel much about that.
Brawl: Huh? How so?
Bombshell: Nothing...
Brawl: Alright, if you don't want to talk about it, I'll understand.
Bombshell: ... *Turns head towards Brawl, before looking away* ...I felt a lot of loneliness there. I didn't like this place.
*Brawl turns his head towards Bombshell in surprise, before be sad, and putting his arm around Bombshell's shoulder, then pulling him closer*
Brawl: I promise you'll never feel like this again...
Bombshell: ... *Smiles softly* Thank you.
[The movie's intro then began, and Brawl watched the giant screen play, excitedly]
Brawl, smiling: On the other hand, I have absolutely no idea what movie it will be! I'm not very good at organization, sorry about that!
Bombshell, smiling: I don't mind. It can be fun to plan nothing sometimes.
*Brawl smiles, before hugging Bombshell, who responds to the hug*
[However, Onslaught arrived at the Constructicons' quarters, before hearing a commotion behind the door. He recognized everyone's voice, only Hook didn't seem to be there]
Scrapper: I have to tell you that I'm really surprised.
Scavenger: It's surprising but awesome! Isn't it?
Long Haul: Hm... Should we take that as good or bad news?
Mixmaster: A good one! What question!
Bonecrusher: Well yeah! Why would that be bad!
Long Haul: It's just that his independent side might push him away from us. I don't know how he acts when he has this specific emotion, maybe we should monitor it a little.
Scrapper: You worry too much. Just trust him.
[Onslaught scratched his helmet in confusion, wondering what they could be talking about, before shrugging his shoulders, thinking it didn't concern him. Onslaught knocked on the door, and waited a while, before seeing Mixmaster open it]
Mixmaster: Ooooh! Hi!
Scrapper, approaching with a smile: Onslaught, good evening, how are you?
Onslaught, smiling: Better now that I see you.
Scrapper, laughing softly: What brings you here?
Onslaught: I'd like to chat with you.
Scrapper: Alright. *To his team* See you later.
Mixmaster, laughing: See you later!
Bonecrusher: *Winks*
Scavenger: *Smiles*
Long Haul: *Nods*
*Scrapper leaves with Onslaught, and Long Haul closes the door*
Scrapper: Where do you want to chat?
Onslaught: Why not in your workshop?
Scrapper, smiling: Okay.
[The two arrived at the workshop, and Scrapper opened it, before motioning Onslaught to enter. The latter entered, followed by Scrapper. Scrapper sat on the desk, and Onslaught on a chair]
Scrapper: So? What do you want to discuss?
Onslaught: Well... Sorry that's not very romantic, but it's about my team.
Scrapper: Hmm? What is going on?
Onslaught: They hate me.
Scrapper: Don't you think you're exaggerating?
Onslaught, sighing: No. Now, I can see that I'm doing it wrong... But I still can't improve... And my team isn't helping, since they clearly hate me!
Scrapper, thinking: What exactly happened, for you to come to this conclusion?
Onslaught: I'm trying to pay a little more attention to what they're doing, to avoid a new "Scavenger missing" event, but I'm just monitor them, and it's pissing them off.
Scrapper: I think you're focusing your attention on them awkwardly. The objective and knowing what they are doing, yes, but intimacy is important. The goal is more to know what they like to do, rather than to control what they do. You understand?
Onslaught: ...I think so.
Scrapper: Don't worry Onslaught, I'm sure they don't hate you.
Onslaught: Maybe you're right. *Gets up and walks over to Scrapper smiling* And even if they really hate me, there'll always be you to keep loving me. *Puts his hands on the desk, on both sides of Scrapper*
Scrapper, smiling, and putting his hand on Onslaught's cheek: Always.
[The two removed their protective masks before kissing]
Onslaught, hugging Scrapper: I'm glad I met you.
Scrapper, smiling lovingly: Me too.