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[In the wee morning hours of Oct. 9th, a text goes out.]

anyone around mahogany and awake and want to go a few rounds run somewhere train creatures will take anything[Because that was one hell of a dream. One he's not too sure he's going to be able to get over too quickly right now. He's just... loathe to admit it even happened.]

[But, regardless of whether or not anyone is conscious to answer his question, the old bot can be found in a local park, either jogging with his Growlithe, or attempting to wrestle his Aggron.]

[Something physical. It's all that's going to get his mind off things.]

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_{[Aw, crud.]

[She acts fast to move away-- but not really fast enough. The result is that he has her sort-of by the knees and the rest of her is scrabbling to clamber over his back.]}

[IN THAT CASE. It's time to swing her up in the air. Upside down.]

You have been caught!

_{[Ah, yes. Gravity, Heather's old nemesis. They meet again.]

[All the same, she twists in the air to swing a compulsory fist at him.]}

Shut your smug face, I got you good that time!

You cheated.

You used your team.

That wasn't cheating!

That was adapting.

Uh huh.

You adapted so well, I caught you.

Only when my Pokemon bailed on me.

Not MY fault.

You should have trained it better.

[He's mostly teasing, there. And it probably shows.]

Is there such a thing as training someone not to be a giant weiner?

_{[She shoots a LOOK at the Croconaw, who is currently being conflicted several yards away over whether or not he should leap to the rescue. :I Ironhide is bigger than he is. That's sort of worrying.]}

... Giant wiener?

[There's a term he's never heard. Even now.]

[Napalm just sort of pats Zilla's shoulder with her muzzle. It's okay buddy :T]

Uh-- never mind.

_{[She doesn't want to explain the term 'giant weiner' to an ancient alien robot.]

[So instead she just tries to elbow Ironhide's back until his grip loosens. It's probably not going to work.]}

Right.

... So why are you up at this hour, hm?

No particular reason. I took a long-ass nap in the afternoon and now I can't sleep.

_{[She says this all while dangling upside down over his shoulders and determinedly slamming the elbow into his back repeatedly.]}

Yeah? Thought kids needed more sleep.

[He gives her a little shake where he's draped her. In hopes of dissuading that elbow.]

I'm not a kid.

I have ascended the need for slee-- augh, is that REALLY necessary?

Yes, you are.

And yeah, it is. Until you quit the elbow thing.

It's either the elbow thing or the kneecap thing.

Which do you want more?

Neither one.

Why does it have to be either one?

Because I fuckin' say so!

_{[She's gonna take that as incentive to start butting him insistently with her knee. It's a bit more difficult than the elbow thing, but she does it anyway. >8(!]}

[That's when he hefts her up. Right up. Into the air.]

Do you?

_{[SUDDENLY MUCH HIGHER IN THE AIR AAAAAUGH.]

[She grabs onto his arms for balance (not that she needs to worry about him losing his grip) and after the obligatory GAH teeth-gritting, she mock-glares down at him.]}

Yeah.

[Excuse him if he just. Lifts weights. With Heather.]

[Because he can.]

Uh huh. Sure.

_{[Ironhide. IRONHIDE. >8( WHAT ARE YOU DOING.]}

If you don't put me down in two seconds...

Practicing.

[As he keeps doing what he was doing. Lifting her like barbells.]

No, you're showing off.

_{[And she's a little afraid to move too quickly because then he might DROP her.]}