Pomegranate-Neko

Bumblebee had been overjoyed when, after many, many weeks of his acting, Ratchet finally deemed him fit to leave the medbay. Whistling as he headed down the corridor, the minibot found his way to the rec. room. There, he was greeted by many confused, and some slightly nervous, faces. “Bee?” The saboteur, Jazz, asked incredulously, “You’re back, man!” The minibot laughed, a big smile spreading across his face as his comrade hugged him, “Yeah, finally. For good.” He returned Jazz’s embrace, then faced the other mechs in the room. “So, what are we doing today?” If the silence was unsettlin