Bonding time with Daddy
“Alright! It looks like your arm was recently fixed though, do you know who fixed you? Does it feel ok? I can take a look if you want me too.”
Spinister glanced over the others frame, physically he looked ok, still it wuld be best if he ran a scan. Reaching into his subspace, the surgeon pulled out a beaten scanner. It was old and beaten, but it had served him well. Most of Spinisters tools were like this.
“This won’t hurt. Ok?”
Deathsaurus paused for a moment at the question, but responed honestly. “YOU DID. RECENTLY. AND IT FEELS FINE, BETTER THAN IT HAS IN A LONG TIME.” That much was true. The surgeon did excellent work.
He watched as Spinister pulls an old scanner out of his subspace. Deathsaurus wasn’t sure he’d ever had a scanner used on him before, he usually used more… archaic methods of detecting any injuries and flaws. He tensed for just a moment, until Spinister told him it won’t hurt. He took the surgeon at his word, and tried to relax, allowing the other to get to work.
The scan came back clear, the other large Destron was fine. Although Spinister didn’t remember giving him any repairs, “You sure I did? I don’t remember.”
Maybe Daddy was having memory problems, or was he the one with the memory problem? Why did he have a memory problem? The helicopter growled in frustration and confusion.