Twitch makes a small sound, a sigh or a whine or a whimper, it's hard to tell. She is relaxed in Optimus' hand now, but it's in the exhausted way only a post breakdown could bring. There is still a tension to her, not physically, not completely, but like she's waiting, sitting on fragile, shattered glass, waiting for the panic to return.
It took a while before she said anything. "Candy."
Rung always gave here those sticks she learned to love when she was upset. It was unclear if Optimus would pick up on this context, because she certainly wasn't giving any further clarification.
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Twitch makes a small sound, a sigh or a whine or a whimper, it's hard to tell. She is relaxed in Optimus' hand now, but it's in the exhausted way only a post breakdown could bring. There is still a tension to her, not physically, not completely, but like she's waiting, sitting on fragile, shattered glass, waiting for the panic to return.
It took a while before she said anything. "Candy."
Rung always gave here those sticks she learned to love when she was upset. It was unclear if Optimus would pick up on this context, because she certainly wasn't giving any further clarification.