Moving on In

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Characters: @pharma; Open to Autobots
Location: Crew Quarters
Content Warnings: N/A
Plot Summary: Dylan moves in with Pharma and Sagitta; he’s understandably nervous.

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Dylan was nervous.

He came to the Autobot base as usual, fitted with two trash bags full of every possession he had in the world. But now he was actually here, at Autobot Base and he didng even have to leave at the end of the day. The fight to get Pharma the right to take him in had been hard fought, but eventually they had decided on a trial run, which if all went well could lead to adoption. If they were able to convince the government that it wasn’t pure insanity at least.

For now though, he simply gripped his trash bags tightly looking at what he supposed was now his room. After a moment he set them down and tried to take a deep breath. He really hoped he had made the right choice in taking Pharma’s offer, because his stomach was in knots right now. What would happen if it didn’t work out? Would he be moved again? Would he ever be allowed to see the ‘Bots again?

He didn’t know the answers but as he stood there silently he supposed he wss going to find out.

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Pharma himself was nervous. His wings twitched lightly at the thought. He had a chance here, to make a new life for a kid. He had a chance to show that he didn't have a negative effect on others or the universe. And, by Primus, he hoped to not leave that kind of negative impact.

His optics half-lidded. He'd helped get the room set up--it was an offshoot of his own personal quarters--to be able to accommodate Dylan. This was it. The time to put his money where his intake was.

"Ah, good, you're here." He spoke softly, calmly, his optics half-lidded.

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Dylan nearly jumped out of his skin as Pharma spoke.

He took a deep breath, what did he do? What did he even say? He decided to go for the obvious. The bedroom had a lot of care put into it. With Dylan being even surprised that he had his own bed. There were times he’d slept on the couch or worse and that was quite the nice thing to see. Not to mention it was nice and spacious. “Yep. My social worker would have come in but she’s still getting over all the NDAs she had to sign. And the whole “giant robot” thing. She always thought I was at glee club.” He snorted a bit. “The rooms really nice by the way, I uh... Thanks.”

He paused a moment, looking around. This was always the hardest part, the initial awkwardness - but it usually at least fell away soon. He just needed to find a way to break the ice. “You would have laughed though. She wouldn’t go past the front door. She saw one robot and said “you can handle it from here!”,” he added jokingly. “She’s usually as hard as Ratchet to crack so it was kind of funny actually.”

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"Glee club?" He paused and mused. "If I may ask, what is glee club?" He seemed quite amused at what the social worker had thought and could have almost laughed about it--well, if he knew what it was. "Welcome. It's...the kind of room I would have wanted at Iacon Heights Medical Academy...if I hadn't been shunted from there to Altihex Medical."

"Oh, so she went 'sober Fowler'." He made his own joke. "I jest, I know he's sober...most of the time. Probably needs a nip of a drink to deal with some of the antics of some of we bots...or some of our offspring..." He chuckled, seeming to cup his chin thoughtfully. "And I've got three that he could be dealing with the antics of." Ratchet, Sagitta, and now Dylan. He was counting right. Okay, four if he counted his son-in-law Wheeljack. Actually, come to think of it he should count Wheeljack too.

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Dylan snorted, given Pharma knew him a little better now he was probably going to be amused about it that’s for sure. Dylan gave a gentle shrug of his shoulders and a smirk. “Basically this entire time she thought I’d been singing with a group of other kids in a choir. I mean it wasn’t my best lie, but I thought of it on the spot and just ran with it,” Dylan admitted, putting his hands on his hips. “All things considered though she really couldn’t punish me. Since I mean, I couldn’t blab the secret until she had to be in on it.”

Three? Dylan had to double take at first, but then remembered that he now counted. That was a weird feeling, being looked at by someone as their kid. Not a nuisance, or just a visitor, but there to stay. “I think Fowlers at least used to me by now. Though I’m not sure how he’ll handle seeing me from the minute he gets here to the minute he leaves, minus school,” he snorted a little. “He might not think it yet, but he probably will need a drink after that.”

It really was weird to think about it though. The fact he was... There. To stay. “I still can’t believe this actually happened. I mean I always dreamed about staying here. But I never actually thought,” he paused a moment, sitting down on his bed. “It’s weird to think I’m actually going to be living here. I mean a good weird, but different...”

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Pharma paused. "Well, at least you're around singing robots a lot." He gave a smirk before starting to sing one of his traditional Vosian songs. While it was hardly intelligible in any Earth language, it was a strange and lovely birdsong of jet engines, vocalizations, and turbine noises.

He then threw his helm back for a hearty laugh. "He already has to do that for your little sister. And your niece." His optics twinkled with mirth. "Though sometimes it's you that might need something to deal with him being here all day. I recommend drawing him in dumb positions. Or imitating the field hunters from that cryptid hunting show where they go in the woods. You know, when they start bellowing like some weird creature."

"It is a good weird. I mean, for the longest time...I was on a faraway cold planet myself." He knelt before sitting down completely.

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Well that was definitely interesting, he’d never actually heard a robot sing before. But he had always assumed they had some form of music. It definitely sounded a little strange. But a pretty kind of strange, something unusual and crazy all at once. “Wow, that’s... Didn’t realize you could sing. I mean I always guessed you guys had music but dang.” He explained with a nod.

“Sister”, “Niece”. Those were new to him. Dylan had of course always been an only child (thank god for that) so to think he now had such a big family... It felt so strange but hardly in a bad way. Almost a comforting way in that he knew he always had someone there for him now, or seemed to. Though he mostly focused on chuckling at the thought of drawing Fowler like that. Or any of it. “Sounds about right.” Dylan joked lightly. “Though if I start bellowing I think he’ll shriek.”

Dylan nodded after the last part, it was true it was a good thing. “I just hope I don’t disappoint you. I haven’t, I haven’t ever been in a family like this,” he knew that Pharma knew that, no doubt he’d gotten a rundown on him now. “I’m happy to be here but I hope that I’m good at this, y’know. You guys are all close and I don’t want to make everything awkward...” there he was again, rambling off his anxiety.

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"I can sing in your language as well but I...haven't quite acquainted myself with many Earth songs. Well, not ones other than a few lullabyes and...ah...a guilty pleasure from the internet." He wasn't open to admitting that he had gotten hooked on a song called 'Werqin Girl' by someone named Shangela. Well, at least not yet.

"True..." He mused softly. "Thus why I think we'll start with drawing him. I mean...I have a datapad just for drawing him with a bald eagle in star spangled shorts." He couldn't help but cackle at the thought of the drawing.

Pharma himself knew the feeling of rambling in anxiety, and the fear of disappointing a family that loved him. "Don't worry. It's not as bad as you think, really. Our closeness can encompass another as well..." He had a smaller smile for once--not one of disappointment but of himself being just as nervous.

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Dylan had a few thoughts on his head at the guilt pleasure. Especially given Pharma’s wonderfully colorful personality.

He giggled slightly at the thought of drawing Fowler. Giggling. God he hadn’t done that in a long time. In fact he hadn’t sat down and talked to a guardian so... Openly before in his life. Which wasn’t hard to imagine, he didn’t know how normal family dynamics went. He never had a “normal” family like the other kids. This feeling of being around Pharma, Sagitta, and Ratchet was so new to him. For the first time he didn’t feel like Dylan, the kid whose childhood was destroyed, who had been to countless homes in his life...

No, he was starting to feel like despite how unusual the situation was he could finally be Dylan - the funny goofball who loved art. And maybe finally have a family to cheer him on along the way.

After all - Pharma and Ratchet, as adults, had been open to giving him a chance. Perhaps that was a sign of greater things. “Yeah, y’know I’m already feeling that. It’s weird. I uh, I haven’t ever felt like I belonged somewhere or to some family. But just coming here - just having his be real feels,” he leaned back. “I feel like it’s where I’ve always been meant to be... Like I was born into the wrong life before. Is that weird?”

Who was he kidding of course that sounded weird.