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A little bit later, there's another bot falling into his lap, this one much heavier than any sparkling, and he onlines a single optic to see Prowl. He sighs softly, "I'm never going to get anything done, am I?"
The black and gold cyclebot gives him a distressed look, "Oil Slick! You have to help me!" He is suddenly reminded of being in classes. "I can't get Yoketron to notice me!" Definitely reminded of classes. "Help me!"
He sighs at the bot, "I don't know what he likes, Prowl."
"He keeps saying cryptic things to me. Claiming he wants me. He even invited me to his berth once, and then didn't show up. I don't know what to do." Prowl loops his arms around Oil Slick's shoulders, "So we're going to make him jealous. I'm going to frag you right here in the garden, and he'll finally stop hiding from me."
He makes a face, pushing Prowl away, "No. I turned down fragging Megatron, I'm not 'facing you again." And it was actually hard to refuse Megatron, especially since he's certain the mech knows how to handle chains. He can't 'face Megatron, though, or Starscream, he'd mess up and show he used to be a seeker, and show he was in Starscream's flock, and he'd have to go through a refor-
Prowl pushes him down on his back, interrupting his thoughts, "I'm better than Megatron. You're my best friend, you fragger. You'll do this with me."
He glares, "No, I will not."
"Yes," Prowl interrupts again. "You will." He covers Oil Slick's mouth with his own, and if there's one thing Oil Slick has to admit, it's that Prowl has grown quite skilled with kisses, and it's quite nice to do just this.
Of course, with Prowl, it's never just kisses. He feels servos sliding up his plating, rubbing firmly at his sparkplates as if trying to coax them into opening for him. "Nngh," he manages, pushing at the bot's chest to try and get him off, even if he's a bit reluctant to stop the kissing, which feels rather good at this point.
The bot seems to take the pushing as encouragement, and ramps up the kiss, making his spark flutter. He still isn't close to opening, since it will take far more than just this to do that. Prowl doesn't even have a length of chain to tie him up. The other cyclebot rubs their plates together, unlocking loudly, when there's suddenly a mech yanking Prowl off. Yoketron glares down at Prowl, "I think someone needs remedial training. What is the very first thing we learn in 'facing lessons, Prowl?"
Even Oil Slick knows that one, even if he only took the most basic of lessons. "No means no, sensei." He sits up, and pulls out a cloth to clean himself up.
"I apologize, Yoketron," Prowl says, deliberately dropping their sensei's title, an act of familiarity that would normally result in a swift slap to the aft that would leave your plates stinging for megacycles. Yoketron only curls his servo around one of Prowl's fairings and tugs the mech closer.
"I am not the one you should be apologizing too." But it's clear that Yoketron is upset, and jealous, an emotion that ninjabots aren't supposed to feel to any large extent. Oil Slick suddenly realizes why Yoketron has been avoiding taking Prowl to his berth.
He's worried he will become too attached.
He wonders if Yoketron will try bonding with Prowl, and doesn't want to out of fear of rejection. Prowl is a ninjabot to the spark, and isn't the type to agree to a bonding. Especially not when he's so very young. The other cyclebot is barely older than him. Just barely older by a vorn.
Prowl cuddles against Yoketron, optics dim, "I'm sorry for forcing you, Oil Slick." It is so very clear from his tone that he would have gone entirely spark to spark if it meant he got Yoketron's attention. Especially if he managed to work Oil Slick hot enough to force him to open up.
Well, he knew that never would have happened. Prowl is pretty, but he isn't near forceful enough to compare to Blitzwing. He waves a servo, "Whatever. You go do whatever it is you're doing with him, Master Yoketron."
"I hope you will be giving me those remedial lessons," Prowl purrs, dimming his optics at Yoketron, who narrows his own.
"I think you would benefit more from being re-acquainted with the punishment paddle. Perhaps if your aft is dented, you will remember not to try and force your fellow ninjabots."
Prowl dims his optics even further, until they're just a hint of blue glowing light, "So we'll be having that sort of lesson? Had I known you enjoyed that, I would have let you do it long ago, Yoketron."
Prowl's fairing is pinched, "No." Yoketron reluctantly stops pulling Prowl closer, but keeps hold of the fairing. "You'll still be taught a lesson, little bot. You aren't too old for that."
Oil Slick watches as Yoketron yanks Prowl away, wondering if the sensei is actually going to 'face Prowl or not. He's sure he'll be told eventually.
One of the sparklings from the class comes up, clearly trying to be sneaky, and he allows the little bot to tackle him. "Are you going to be one of our senseis?"
He shifts the little bot to his lap, tickling him softly, "No. I'm just here to visit right now."
The little mech kicks his feet cutely, "I want you to be my sensei, though!"
"Sorry, little mech." He tickles one of the peds, making the bot giggle helplessly. "I have to work for Lord Megatron. He does not want me to be a sparkling sensei. Not here on Haydon IV." He picks the mech up and holds him upside down from the peds, and the bot giggles more, staring at him upside down.
"Is Megatron scary?"
Oil Slick thinks of Megatron, from a memory as a seeker. The mech had been streaked with energon from his fallen foes, and his expression had been so very dangerous that he'd been afraid to come to the mech's berth that night. When he'd arrived, he'd been taken very rough, his wings crumpled as the mech had his way. Mostly, he remembers being satisfied by it all. "He can be, but he is a good leader."
The sparkling grabs his legs, turning just a bit to get held by the waist, rightside up, "Do you think I could be a Decepticon?"
He studies the bot, and he can see the bot isn't going to be a tiny frame when he grows up, easily be larger than Oil Slick in just a few vorns and only get bigger. "Possibly. If that's what you want. Lord Megatron would not refuse more ninjabots in his service."
The little bot cuddles against him, "Does he only take bonded ninjabots?"
He shakes his head, "No. He'll allow any that want to join." He taps the sparkling on the faceplate softly, "You even have red optics. He'd love that."
Proving he's still a sparkling, the mech lashes out and bites Oil Slick's claw, the instinctive reaction of most sparklings when fingers are near their mouths. Oil Slick winces a bit-the mech still has his sparkling denta, which are painfully sharp things.
"I recommend you learn not to bite if you want to be a Decepticon," he advises, carefully freeing his claw from the sparkling's mouth. "Lord Megatron will not like it if you try and bite him."
The little bot blinks at him, "... sorry."
He just pets the bot on the helmet, "Just try not to." He gently pushes the bot off his lap, "How about you go play? I'm sure you'll have fun running around with everyone. I can see you're all playing hide and go seek." A very good training tool for a ninjabot. It teaches stealth, the ability to search for hidden things, and is neatly disguised in a game. "Don't you want to join them?"
The sparkling makes a face, "I'm always so bad at it, though. Everyone finds me first."
He smiles, "We had a minibot like that in my classes. Tap-Out got better as he practiced."
"Can I hide with you?" the sparkling asks, tugging on his leg armor. "I want you to show me the best hiding spot. Where they won't ever find me, so I can win."
That was not how the game worked at all. "I can't show you such a place because it does not exist, sparkling. You need to hide in different places each time, or you will eventually be found. You must learn to think quickly and be flexible in where you choose to hide yourself."
The bot pouts at him, "But I'm horrible at this."
He pushes the sparkling away, "Then ask sensei Yoketron to help you. He's the one that teaches stealth."
The little bot makes a hurt sound, "I can't ever find him, though. And Prowl is always stalking up and down the hallway grumbling about never seeing him, either. How can I get to him if he can't?"
He tugs the little bot back into his lap, soothing him softly, "Sensei Yoketron is hiding from Prowl, but Prowl isn't the one that is teaching you. Yoketron is. You just need to sit in the classroom for awhile and be patient. He will show up. If you need more help, then you can ask another sensei. You need patience and practice."
The sparkling pouts. "I don't want patience and practice. I want to make things go boom!" he waves his servos around wildly, shouting the word with great enthusiasm. "Do you make things go boom?"
He does, but it's not always intentional. "Sometimes. Are you saying you want to go into science, or munitions?"
Wrinkling his nose with confusion, the sparkling asks, "What's munitions?"
He laughs, throwing the bot in the air and catching him, "That's where you make things that go," He throws the bot in the air again, yelling out, "boom!" He catches the mech dropping him back in his lap, "Working with explosives."
The sparkling gives him a thoughtful look, "Could I do that as a Decepticon?"
He smirks, "You can. Very easily."
"I wanna be a Decepticon, then." The sparkling preens and puffs out his chest proudly, and Oil Slick pats his head.
"Then I look forward to seeing you join our ranks when you are grown up. Make sure you study all your subjects well. Megatron likes sparklings to be well-rounded in their education." He has no idea if that's true, but it sounds nice, and will make the mech work hard.
The sparkling nods enthusiastically, "Do you think he'll let me blow things up?"
He nods, "But since you're a ninjabot, he will expect you to blow things up stealthily." He pushes the little bot towards the garden, "So you should go practice that. You may even be the ninjabot he calls on most to do things if you get good enough."
The little bot gasps, nodding enthusiastically. "I can do that!"
He's left in peace for less than a klik before another familiar presence drops down beside him. "Not cool, swayin' the little bots to your side like that, mech," Jazz says, his voice as calm and relaxed as always.
"You're one to talk," Oil Slick complains. "I know you've been invited to join the Elite Guard. Your kind won't take bots with red optics without heavy prejudice."
"And yours won't let blue-opticked bots anywhere but the berth."
He waves a servo dismissively, "There is a brand they can take, and they'll get lovely red optics." He remembers that brand, and how painful it was. He'd already had red optics, but Megatron had insisted. All seekers in the army got the brand, and had the pain soothed away by being 'faced and licked when it was over.
Jazz puts a arm over his shoulder, dragging him close, "Not one you've taken, though." He's tapped right on the optic, "Still as green as ever."
He nods, "I'm never taking the brand now, since it will get rid of them. I like my optics how they are."
"So you were a Decepticon in your past life?" Jazz presses a servo over Oil Slick's sparkplates. "Makes sense that you'd go to them again, even if you're not exactly Decepticon-framed. And you're not even getting any good frags out of it, are you?" Jazz sighs, and tugs him close, into a loose-limbed hug. "Poor thing. I hope you find your sparkbonded soon, so you can balance your charge properly."
He chuckles, just a tad bitterly, "Don't worry about it." He sighs softly, offlining his optics, "I need to work on my meditation. I was hoping here would work, but I keep getting interrupted."
He's tugged lazily into Jazz's lap, the huge chest hood hanging over him, "This isn't the only place to meditate, you know. All sorts o-" Jazz pauses, "You have a black thumb. I keep forgetting that." The carbot hums softly, rubbing his tank, "There's a crystal garden you could try? I know that it isn't the best, but sparklings won't hop into your lap there."
He shakes his head, "I don't mind the sparklings. I've just never been much good at meditating. You already know this."
"You just gotta relax, mech," Jazz hums at him. "It's easy. I already told ya. You just gotta chill, and be one with the world. One with yourself, and you'll slip into meditation like a breeze."
"That's easy for you to say," Oil Slick mutters, "the only bots more calm than you are in permanent medical stasis."
His hip gets pinched lightly, "I get significantly less calm in the berth."
He pushes the servo away, "And you know I have no interest. I'm not helping you with your score on the boards. I'm thoroughly uninterested in any bot that isn't my bonded. I keep getting propositioned by all sorts of bots." He rolls his optics, "Scalpel even wanted to paint my servo."
Jazz raises an optic ridge, and that is the most reaction he's ever gotten out of the laidback mech, "Really? He knows that's not how it works, doesn't he?"
He nods, "It is like Decepticons don't get that a sparkbonded bot missing their love isn't any fun to 'face."
Half of him is tempted to interface a few of them and suffer a few terrible frags just to get it known base-wide that he's not a good frag. Of course, there is the little fact that Megatron announced to all the mechs and femmes that he enjoys bondage. There's a good chance that it will heat his spark enough to be a moderately good frag, and he would have to 'face Megatron first, since Oil Slick doesn't even want to think of the consequences for interfacing a bot and then having Megatron find out.
He'll just have to put that idea off for now If it doesn't stop being a distraction in a vorn, he'll consider it more seriously. Until then, it is just an unfeasible plan.
He'll just reveal himself if he does do anything.
Jazz pets him softly on his tank, "Any reason you're meditating here?"
He nods, optics offline, "Trying to find out my past life's name. It should help me out on my sparkbonding."
"Good luck, mech." Jazz kisses his helm gently. "When you find out, let me know?"
"If I remember, I will." He won't, if the name identifies too much about him. He's certainly not sharing his name if he turns out he's right, and Starscream was his wingleader. At this point, he's hoping it all the result of some terrible glitch in his system and he's remembering it all wrong.
He's petted softly, "Want me to stay with you and help?"
He shrugs, "If you want? I don't really care either way. I never did any better meditating in groups than I did by myself. I can pick out when someone is coming to look at me even when my optics and audios are offline." He both loves and hates how sensitive he is to vibration sometimes.
Jazz moves him a little bit, rubbing his tank, "I'm cool with staying. If you don't want me, I'm sure one of the actual senseis hanging around would love to help you. Sensei Powerhug misses your talks with him about history."
"Sensei Powerhug enjoys having a bot who doesn't talk to him about how beautiful the organic garden is every breem. It is very inconsiderate." Oil Slick offlines his optics and settles down. "Now leave. I wish to meditate without you if you insist on touching me the entire time."
Jazz backs off, "Fine. I dig it. I won't touch you during your meditation."
He slips back onto the floor, legs folding up under him so he's sitting properly. "Good." He offlines his optics, and takes a deep in-vent.
He is not the least bit surprised to feel another body hitting him almost directly after Jazz takes off. He looks down at the sparkling in his lap, and the little minibot giggles at him, "Hi!"
He sighs softly, petting the bot on the head, "Yes, hello. Did you need something?"
The bot frowns, and snuggles into his arms, "You know how to meditate. You should help me learn." The sparkling pouts at him, "I'm bad at it."
"I'm not good at it either, little mech." Oil Slick adjusts the bot until he's settled more snugly against him. "But we can try together, if you like. Some bots meditate better if they have another frame with them." He offlines his optics and relaxes, slowing his venting, listening to the way the little sparkling tries to mimic him. "Pick your favorite image from the meditation pads and focus on it." Oil Slick tends to focus on a small picture of a melting crystal.
He can feel the sparkling try not to squirm next to him, "I don't like any of the pictures."
He chuckles softly, "Just choose one that is least distasteful to you, then. If we can't get you to meditate, we'll both go visit Sensei Star Atlas. I'll make sure Sensei Streetwise lets you." He wonders if he'll get used to Streetwise as a sensei, but it isn't like he couldn't tutor a bot having trouble. Even though the carbot wasn't the best at doing it himself, he had memorized all sorts of ways that could work, and had an uncanny ability to choose out what to use for the bot asking.
"I don't wanna pick one. I wanna use a picture of you." The minibot clings to his servo possessively. "You'll be mine for meditation. I'll think of your frame and then we'll both meditate and it will be awesome." The sparkling nods, and he can feel it against his armor. "So awesome."
Oil Slick smiles to himself. "Of course it will."
He slowly explains how to drop down into meditation, talking softly and calmly to the minibot, and working the minibot into the state of calm needed. When he can tell that the sparkling is there, he puts himself in it as well.
He starts to work his way through his past life's memories, and he's getting closer and closer until he's being gently shaken on the shoulder. Onlining his optics, he keeps from growling angrily when he sees Streetwise in front of him. "I need to take Flicker now, Oil Slick. Thank you for teaching him."
He nods, "It isn't a problem. I'm glad he's not having trouble with meditation because of this."
Flicker blinks drowsily, coming up from his meditative state slowly. "Uh . . Sensei Streetwise. Why're you here? I was meditating."
Streetwise pats the sparkling's back gently, holding him in his arms, "Yes, you were, and you were doing a very good job of it, but it's time for your stasis nap, and then a cube of energon when you online later."
"No," the minibot whines, kicking his peds weakly. "I want to stay with Oil Slick!"
Streetwise shakes his head, "Oil Slick is a guest, and you shouldn't be disturbing him."
Flicker whimpers sadly, "I wasn't disturbing him. I was meditating with him." The bots squirms irritably. "I don't want to take a nap, I want to stay here."
Streetwise sighs, "We can not ask that of hi-"
Oil Slick holds out his servos, "If you leave me a cube of sparkling energon, I can make sure he takes a nap." He looks at the hopeful optics of all the other sparklings, "And the same with all the others, if that's what you want." He isn't looking forward to that, but he knows for a fact that the senseis will be watching him closely for any misconduct. It isn't even that he's a Decepticon, that's just what happens when a nonsensei ninjabot offers this sort of thing.
"Very well. It won't do them any harm to take their nap out here in the garden instead of in the classroom. I'll go fetch their recharge mats and the energon. You get them ready for their nap." Streetwise's mouth twists into a secretive little smile, "I don't envy you that task."
The sparklings crowd in around him, and it's true that none of them look even the slightest bit sleepy.
He pats the ground, "Okay, everyone, sit down."
The femme stamps her ped, "Why should I?"
He smirks, "You don't have to, but if you refuse, it will take away future possibilities of recharging in the crystal garden. And likely any possibility of recharging in the organic garden, as well."
The sparklings that were looking defiant all drop on the ground, still looking wide awake but no longer like they will refuse just to test his boundaries. Flicker leans against him, "Will you tell us a story?"
"I suppose I could, if you promise to be very good and lay down on your recharge mats when Streetwise brings them out."
They nod eagerly, even the little femme. They've likely heard all the other sensei's stories a thousand times, and are wanting new material before their stasis naps.
Streetwise comes out with a stack of recharge mats, and a wide smile. "You should sing them a story, Oil Slick, like you used to do when you thought we weren't listening."
Primus, that's embarrassing. It was before he got really good at figuring out where bots are.
He shakes his head, "I'm not goi-"
Flicker and the femme clutch his arms, "Please?" they chime together, optics big and pleading. He can see that all the rest look on the edge of doing it as well.
He sighs softly, moving them off of him, and standing up to help set up the recharge mats. "If you really want me to, I can. You all have to recharge afterwards, though."
All the sparklings agree quickly, and Streetwise gets them all settled, "What will you be singing, Oil Slick?"
"A song." He lets his processor choose one at random, and begins singing. It's a seeker song. Some of their oral history, and it sounds much better in his voice than it does in a seeker's, though they would hotly debate that with him. He chooses to leave large parts of it in the native, ancient tongue of Vos, because too much knowledge of a song meant only for seeker audios would bring nothing but trouble his way.
This way he can claim he found it partially translated.
When he's done, all the sparklings are blinking at him, attention focused on him. The sparkling that wanted to be a Decepticon has his servo raised, and when pointed to, asks, "Can you sing another?"
He sighs, "Maybe later. It is time for little sparklings to take their stasis nap. I can sing to you while you refuel afterwards."
The little bots snuggle into the recharging mats, and the minibot that had wanted to bond with him mumbles softly, "We should have a story we have heard to recharge to. We don't want to miss anything Sensei Oil Slick says."
He wonders when he suddenly became a sensei.
Streetwise sits down and begins to tell them a familiar story about a bot who could not find his armor and had to run around the city in his protoform. The sparklings giggle occasionally, but quickly fall into recharge, their young systems needing the extra time to work on building them larger frames.
"Where'd you learn that song?"
Oil Slick leans on one of the larger crystals, looking at the recharging bots. He gives Streetwise a flat look, waving his servo around meaningfully at the large amounts of ninjabots hiding around them. "I picked it up."
Streetwise frowns at him, "You learned it from the Decepticons?"
Well, his creators when he was a seeker were Decepticons - and he just now realized why he had been putting that thought out of his processor since he got branded in the previous life, he did not want that mental image of his other creators being fragged by Megatron - so technically that is true. "Yes."
"Fascinating. I was unaware that there were many seekers on New Kaon at the moment."
There are two flocks of them. Minor flocks, and they technically fall under Starscream's control, but they are not directly led by him. He plays no part in their sol-to-sol politics, other than as final arbiter for arguments between the flocks, as wingleader of them all. "There are quite a few."
Streetwise moves next to him, tugging him down to the ground. "Let's meditate while we wait for them to to online."
He sighs softly, "You know how heavily I get into meditation. I'm not going to be much help if you need me."
The carbot smiles, patting his back, "That's fine, Sensei. You don't have to help. You're just going to have to deal with excited sparklings wanting you to sing to them again."
He rubs his optics, "Why am I suddenly a sensei now?"
"Because they like you." Streetwise pats his back again, hard enough to make Oil Slick wobble. "You'll get used to it. A few of them will develop crushes on you, of course. They always do, when they start getting older and realizing what their sparks are for."
"Fantastic. That's just what I want." Oil Slick drops into the best meditation he can, if only to avoid Streetwise's 'helpful' commentary.
It isn't long before he's pulled out, only a megacycle later, by several sparklings tackling him. "Sensei Oil Slick!"
He wonders if he'll get used to this, since it is very likely he'll be visiting often. "Yes?"
The femme tugs on his servo, and Oil Slick realizes he really should figure out their names, "You said you'd sing to us. Sing about a pretty femme."
He raises an optic ridge, "There are a very great deal of songs with a pretty femme. Anything specific in it? Or just that the femme must be pretty?"
"She must be pretty and she has to have lots of mechs to play with."
He knows quite a few songs that fit that bill, but none of them are appropriate for sparklings. Seeker songs are quite filthy when it comes to interfacing. "How about a song about two femmes competing for the same mech?"
She wrinkles her nose, "That doesn't happen."
He smiles at her, "It is rare, but it does happen." He stands up, "I'm going to sing you a song about a minibot."
The femme sparkling crosses her arms, "Why would a minibot have femmes arguing over him?"
He taps her dainty little nose, "That's what I'm going to explain." He looks around at the sparklings. "Does everyone have their energon?" All of them nod, some even holding up their cubes to show it off. "Very well, let's get started."
He walks around them all, singing the story about Volks the minibot, and how the mech managed to get a very large amount of femmes fighting over him. He keeps the more ... fanciful elements out of it, knowing that isn't really meant for sparklings, even ones that are training to be ninjabots.
The femmes involved had been rather embarrassed by it all afterwards, when they realized the lengths they had gone to for a single mech. The pair of femmes that had taken Volks as their lover had been extremely smug, even if his wandering optics and servos had caused them to have to 'punish' him more than once in the future, for trying to get with other femmes. Chain and Piston had more than enough work cut out for them with their little minibot lover.
When he finishes, the sparklings are blinking at him with wide optics. Knowing that his Sensei Powerhug will strangle him if he doesn't do this, he starts to quiz them on what he just sang about. He goes through it all, and is actually quite impressed on how well they took it all to spark, absorbing it easily. He smiles at them, "Very good. Anyone have any questions for me about it? Keep in mind that I wasn't actually there, so I can't tell you anything too specific."
The femme raises a servo, "Do you think any of these mechs could do that?"
He shakes his head. "No. Ninjabots are not the kind of bots to deny a femme when she demands something. Volks is very good at figuring out exactly how bad someone wants something, and dancing away with that just out of reach."
The femme raises her servo again, "Do you think it's fair for a mech to make femmes compete for him? I think it was mean of him."
Femmes make mechs compete for them all the time, and the femmes chose to fight over Volks. "Yes. The femmes who chose to compete must have wanted to do so, or they would have simply found some other mech to please them. No one was forced to do anything."
She frowns, but doesn't ask again. He hopes she takes this lesson to spark, and that she realizes that it really is your own choice of what to do. Also, that even mechs can have femmes competing for them.
A cyclebot sparkling raises his servo, "Was Volks a crystal mech?"
He raises an optic ridge, "I think someone didn't pay attention to the song. I said in the beginning that Volks is just a plain looking minibot. He claims to be gold, but really is more of a dull orange color. He has... is it headfins, horns, or audio nubs on his helmet?"
One of the sparklings raises a servo, and he points to him, "Horns. Flat on the end horns."
He smiles, "Very good."
Flicker crawls onto his lap, giving the other bots a superior look. "Pointy horns are better." Oil Slick notices that Flicker has pointy horns. "Sensei Oil Slick, do you like pointy horns better?"
Oh dear. It seems like the sparkling crushes have already started. "I like flight models."
Scowling, Flicker tugs on his arm, "No. Ground models are better. And when I grow up you're going to bond with me."
He sighs softly, "I told you that the fortune teller isn't always the way you think it i-"
The sparkling glares up at him, wrapping tiny arms around his slim waist, "No."
He gives Streetwise a hopeless look, and the fragger just shrugs and smirks at him. The mech isn't going to be any help with this at all. He sighs softly, "I need to return to meditating, everyone. You need to go back to class."
"I'm staying with my bonded," Flicker announces loudly, cuddling against Oil Slick's chest with a happy sigh and a contented engine rumble. "It's okay to be jealous of us." He looks up with wide optics, "I can find some wings to wear for you."
Oil Slick hides his face with his servo. "That was not what I meant, sparkling."
"Flick-er," the little bot insists, stressing each syllable.
"Spark-ling," he says back, gently pushing the minibot away. "If you are my sparkbonded, then I will not be with you if you refuse to go learn. What kind of bot would I be if I wanted my bonded uneducated? I'm a scientist. I don't want to be unable to talk to my bonded about things." Sometimes it is better just to humor sparklings, rather than insist they are wrong. His spark longs for Blitzwing, but it could very well be with another bot that died and he had focused on one looking like Blitzwing.
He has never heard of that happening, but Oil Slick is a very unique bot. If it were to happen to anyone, it would happen to him. That was simply how his life and his luck seem to work this go around.
"But I don't want to leave you. We're blessed by Primus," the sparkling insists, pressing a servo to his chest. "If I leave you, you might run away and then I'll never see you again."
He vents, "No. If we were meant to bond, then we will find each other again." Flicker looks dubious, and a quick glance around shows that the rest of the sparklings don't think that, either. He rubs his optics, "Go ask Sensei Powerhug about the history of sparkbonds."
Streetwise takes that as an opportunity to pick Flicker up. "What a great idea. You have history next, and that's what you can focus on, since everyone seems so intent on it."
"No!" Flicker screeches, kicking his peds wildly. "I'm staying with Oil Slick!"
Streetwise shifts Flicker up and looks in his optics. "If you keep throwing your temper tantrum, you get to stand in the corner with your processor games disabled for the rest of the megacycle."
Flicker falls reluctantly silent, but he glares balefully at Streetwise.
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