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[The scroll starts up like someone just flung it open, Arcee popping onto the feed looking just as disgruntled as ever. Good to see some things never change.]

Could someone please explain to Marty that bringing a fragging dog into a small house filled with cats is a bad idea. No, scratch that, the worst idea.

Because apparently, I can't get through to him.

[She let him have his stupid metal music, WHY THIS? It's not like it's her house or anything.]

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[What's with all these dragons not looking like dragons- WAIT]

...Where are you living?

Uh, some cave outside of town?

[He says that like its obvious. Do the people here not understand that dragons and monsters and such live in caves?]

[Both paws proceed to rub her temples.]

Primus... There's free housing at the commune.

Yeah. I know. Don't want it. The less colorful, so happy I could barf horse I have to deal with? The better.

Aren't you pleasant?

[Some of those barf-inducing horses just happen to be her friends.]

But fine, I tried.

Yeah, I know.

It's better not to get attached. Sides, like I said - what dragon lives in a house? That's stupid.

[Easier not to know anyone, or try not to. Easier to try and be like he had been before and try to just not care, even though it's so much harder not to now. He already lost everyone and thing he cared about in Mayfield by being brought here. No point in getting ready for round two of that here.

Better to hide himself away, just bugging people verbally but otherwise keeping himself from hurting others or bein a threat.]

[Oh hey, she was just having this conversation. It's weird to hear it come out of someone else's mouth, a kid no less. Her ears fold back, almost as if she's angry with herself for agreeing so strongly. As such, she won't even acknowledge it.]

Marty's a dragon, he lives in a house. You better not be saying my house isn't good enough for a dragon.

[Pokey shrugs at that, little red scales shoulders bobbing up and down in one quick motion.]

Not my business who lives with who. He wants to live in a house? I guess he can. Not like you can really tell a dragon what to do either.

Guess I just find it hard to believe anyone would willingly want to live in a cave.

Done it before, it's not fun.

[And her cave at least had electricity. What the hell are you using, kid?]

Hey it's not the ritziest place I've lived - and I've been places, I'm a pretty important guy - but it's somehow not the least comfortable either.

It's roomy at least. And there are cool animals sometimes, and it holds all the crap I have. So can't complain yet.

[It's lonely as hell. But he hates the idea of admitting to being lonely, let alone to a stranger. Cat.

A cattranger.]

Uh huh.

[Kids will always be hilarious to her, "pretty important guy" indeed.]

So. What do you do when you get bored?

You know. Mayhem mostly. Make a nuisance of myself around town.

[Which is true, though not as much as it even had been. The new town after Mayfield was pretty lenient, and in its wake anyone was able to do what they wanted.

Usually, he had others to cause a ruckus with, or hang out with. After being twelve for so long, he'd...surprisingly taken well to actually starting to grow up into a teenager. Though it's not as if there was much difference maturity wise.]

Other than that, invent. Muck around with electronics and mechanical crap and robots. Not like there's much to work with here though, though hey. I actually have a way to get the parts I need to try and rebuild my mech, though it'll take waaaaay too much time if I bother to do it.

[Well that stopped being cute pretty fast. Arcee can't stop herself from rolling her eyes, it's not even the nuisance part that bothers her.]

Could you not?

Why?

Gotta have something to do here.

[It's not immediate dismissal, but it's not like he really wants to do something just because some cat told him to.

Then again, Mayfield taught him a few lessons about legitimately agitating people you don't know.]

Human-made "robots" only lead to trouble. I've never seen anything good come from them, so spare me the headache.

[She can't insist this enough. Never mind she owns a robot suit, that's still Cybertronian tech so it's completely different.

Totally.]

[He thinks on that for, like, a second, then shrugs. He can't exactly argue with Arcee on it. The question is more 'does he care'.

The answer is not really.]

We'll see. Depends on what else I find in this place I guess. Kind of a boring place.

[And really? He didn't mind boring, not by this point. The idea of being thrust through time and space again, when he'd actually found a home - when he wasn't actually Pokey Minch, so why should he have to do what he did anyway - that bothered him. That this was the first step of him having to repeat everything, yet again, that terrified him.

Again. Better to just act bored and not care.]

Sides, met plenty of alien robots that were pretty good at causing trouble, too.

[And of course, Arcee has to take great offense to that.]

And what's that suppose to mean?

I mean there's robots used by evil alien powers in their armies. I mean I guess there are good ones too, but I've only met the evil ones.

[Primarily, you know. Because that's who he was working with.]

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