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Charlie leans up to Joot. "Hey, Papa, I thing this fluffy one is... i'm not sure, but somethings malfunctioning."

And there goes M1917, burying her face in her hands, mostly covering that huge facial scar of hers, before snapping out of her PTSD attack and resuming normal, eh...activities.

"Oh, the robot like fleshy mortal is acting strange as well...."

As Linda observes Enfield's gradual emergence from the grip of her PTSD, a glimmer of relief flickers across her face. Seizing the opportunity to provide solace, Linda swiftly reaches for her plate of freshly baked cookies, extending a gentle offer to Enfield, "Care for a cookie?" After all, there's something remarkably soothing about the simple pleasure of indulging in these sweet treats.

"Fwend okie?" Fumizuki asked Joot with concern.

"Take him to the dry storage room and give him something to drink, honey"

Sits up at the bar, it was a quiet night for her. Peaceful

The crowd of eccentric anthros took seats around a table and began discussing things that would be far too boring to bring up. The tall skunk woman could be seen glaring at the sphynx the entire time and occasionally glancing at Jooters, her stone cold face seemingly melting a little with worry as she did so.

Joot meanwhile remained frozen as he watched.

The young demigoddess pokes Joot, before picking him up.

Ophelia sat there in the lovely morning, sipping her tea by a table, right leg crossed over the left, enjoying the relaxing morning without any drama, or people that would sooner or later to arrive at this humble bar. Her eyes scanned the room for wonders, certainly there would be things interesting in an establishment where others proclaim to be held in. It looked like a wonderful bar to her, she may or may not, come consider coming here more often in the morning, it's quite relaxing for her. "Oh, how I wish I could bring Mia here. She would've enjoyed it very much here with me, considering her currently standpoint in life." Ophelia muttered to herself, her right index finger sliding up her cup, her palm firmly grasped around the mold of the cup as she put the cup rim to her lips. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers tightening slightly around the cup's mold as she gently and gracefully lowered the cup onto the table, the bottom of it silently placed onto the table.

As Ohelia steps into the establishment, her presence catches Linda's eye, sparking an immediate warmth in her heart. With an infectious grin, Linda waves, her enthusiasm radiating across the room like a beacon of camaraderie. Determined to elevate Ohelia's evening to new heights, Linda embraces the opportunity to be a delightful companion, greeting her with genuine warmth and a genuine eagerness to make every moment together unforgettable.

Nightshade is relaxing in a booth, just enjoying some peace and quiet.

He went to Nightshade "hey pal! Welcome back!"

"Oh hey Mathius." Nightshade smiled. "Sorry I haven't been around much. Things have been getting pretty hectic back home."

She strides in the place as if she owns it before gracefully sitting down.

"I saw Roadbuster and Topspin the other day"

"Oh cool." Nightshade says to Mathius. "I wonder if they'd be interested in helping out with the Decepticons down in Witwicky?"

"They're Wreckers. Of course they would. They enjoy fighting" He said with a laugh.

"Damn right."

Kiyohime angrily carried Azumi. It seemed that, despite now being friends, they have gotten into another, pointless argument.

"WHAT IS THE JIGGLE JIGGLE SKIN?!" The heroic spirit yelled at the diminutive canine.