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School had been a bit annoying that morning, to say the least. Then again, when wasn’t it? Still his least favorite part of being back in civilization to say the least. He had been hearing about new Bots though and that was always an exciting thought.
Unfortunately, he had other issues too.
Ratchet would probably scold him for the small accident he’d gotten into while grinding on his skateboard. Sure he’d only skinned his knees and one elbow, but it did support some people’s belief it was dangerous. Not that he cared as he snuck into the med bay.
“Eh what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he muttered as he found the human supplies. Knowing well enough how to patch himself up enough anyway.
First Aid could be quiet. Surprisingly so. He wasn't as good as Streetwise, but he was pretty good. He wasn't even really trying. It was more that he was remaining still while reviewing a data pad at his desk in one of the far corners. He glanced up curiously when the human child entered, having had minimal interaction with the local populace. Obviously, the boy thought he was being stealthy.
The medic's facial plates shifted in the approximation of a raised brow when the child began rifling the through the human medical supplies. A quick, noninvasive scan allayed any worry of serious injury by revealing a few abrasions in the surface layer of skin. Painful and annoying certainly, but by no means life threatening.
The Protectobot's lip components twitched in response to the boy's muttering, his sharp audials discerning the comment about Ratchet.
"No," he agreed, "But Ratchet's the type of bot who usually finds out anyway," amusement colored his tone as he set the datapad aside and stood, abandoning his previous stillness.
Damn! Why were the Autobots always so good at just knowing when he was there? “Oh, I’m sorry. I Uh... Didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” he explained as he finished bandaging up his shins. “Maybe you could Uh... Not tell him? He’s always getting on me about my skateboarding man. And now he’s temporarily “in charge” of me. I don’t need to get grounded.” He laughed.
Oh right, he’d never met the guy before. He looked him over, by the looks of it he was definitely a medic. That was fine by him, he liked doc Bots after all. “Hi by the way, I’m Dylan. You a medic?” He asked without any indication of fear. “Don’t worry I’m allowed in here, technically.” He chuckled.