Yeah. [he puffs out a sigh, finishing his drink.] I'm not so sure how the Galactic Council feels about us back home, anyway. I guess if we have to stay here then...
Well, like you said. Big universe. There will be somewhere. [he looks over at cyclonus, optics shining for a moment.] I'm really glad you two make each other so happy. You both really deserve it.
Uh huh. [he doubts he'll ever have an amica, but that's okay! he's accepted his fate.] Look at that, we've managed to have one whole normal conversation!
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Well, like you said. Big universe. There will be somewhere. [he looks over at cyclonus, optics shining for a moment.] I'm really glad you two make each other so happy. You both really deserve it.
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...Thank you.
I hope you find someone who makes you just as happy. Conjunx or Amica.
You deserve that.
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Instead he widens his eyes slightly in a subtle display of shock.]
What? But my allergy-
[And then he doubles over, clutching his chest.]
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Oh, my god! I'll call Ratchet! Hang on, Cyclonus! You're too young and beautiful to offline!
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[He grips at Riptide's leg.]
It's too late for me... But tell Tailgate...
...I leave all the money to Scourge.
[Somebody has watched too much human media with Swerve.]
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He almost sounds legitimately offended when he adds:]
I am not crusty, Riptide.
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[he shifts back, sitting back down.]
You wanna go back inside?
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It takes a moment for Cyclonus to answer, staring thoughtfully out at the starscape.]
...I think I'll stay out here for now.
[He was probably just going to do more solemn stargazing when he went back in anyway.]