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Who: Dirge and whoever is brave enough to get near him while he's eating.
When: After Dirge talked to Sam about tomatoes and murder.
Where: A restaurant.
What: Dirge is hungry and super unnerved. Sounds like a great time to bug him!
Warnings: Dirge. Always warn for Dirge.

Dirge's meeting with the Sam human had left him feeling a bad combination of irritated, worried, and very very hungry. Fortunately, he could at least fix that last one by heading to a restaurant and goring himself on free food. The jet's digestive system was a little different than most other cybertronian's. On account of an experiment headed by a rogue Shockwave in far away Axiom Nexus, Dirge was gifted with a tank that could process nearly anything. Organic matter, metals, energon-- if he could fit down his throat he could digest it. Eventually. Not to say that his systems always appreciated it. Especially the tougher materials...

The clone was particularly delighted to find that the restaurant served organic food as well as energon. To the confusion of the cybertronian staff, he proceeded to order from both menus, indicating at least five different dishes to start with. If anyone were to venture in later they'd find him hard at work consuming whatever was on a vast number of plates in front of him, with empty ones stacked up on the side and occasionally muttering something about 'witches' or 'ghosts'.

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Wing stepped into the restaurant and spotted a familiar face. He...hesitated, but in the end he stepped over and motioned at the seat beside Dirge. "Would you mind if I joined you, friend?"

Dirge finishes dumping an entire plate of chicken cordon bleu into his mouth, chasing that with half a cube of energon, before finally noticing the mech politely waiting for his answer.

"Sit. I have to ask you some more questions about friendship," the jet replies, selecting another dish piled high with edibles.

"Someone told me recently that happy people make better friends. Is that true?"

Wing nodded and sat by Dirge, though he couldn't quite hide a bit of a grossed out look as he watched Dirge consume organic food. "Is that....safe?"

He shook himself to put his mind on Dirge's question. "Yes. When your friends are happy they want to make you happy."

Dirge isn't at all offended by Wing's look of disgust. He's used to that sort of thing by now.

"For me, it is. My tank can handle anything," he responds, knocking on his midsection with a grin. "Well, mostly anything. Certain kinds of glass give me indigestion like you wouldn't believe."

Wing's answer to his question seems to excite him though. "Really? Make me happy? As in give me things?"

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He's just...shocked is all. "That's...impressive."

He smiles, amused at Dirge's reaction. "That's very possible. Friends tend to give their friends gifts."

"It's wonderful! How else would I be able to experience so many different tastes and textures?" Dirge exclaims, though it is not unlikely he would have tried things that looked tasty, regardless of system damage.

"Perfect. Friends seem like a very good investment then. I'm glad you taught me about them."

Oh dear, what's he gotten people into? He wants to just break down laughing, because it's so clear that Dirge doesn't get this whole "friends" thing. He refrains, though, just smiling instead.]

"They certainly are. Friends watch out for each other, spend time together, want to see each other happy." Mutual thing, Dirge. It's a mutual thing.

"That corroborates with what I was told by the green autobot," Dirge agrees, though he'd said some other things that Dirge is still not sure about.

He pauses in the conversation to guzzle down an entire energon cube, tossing the container aside once empty.

"So. Are you happy, Wing?"

"Bulkhead." Names are good, Dirge. Learn them.

He looks amused when he gives a little nod. "More-or-less. I'm not exactly where I'd like to be, but I'm with the people that matter."

"That name sounds sort of familiar actually...." Hadn't there been a big green autobot with that name back in his universe?

"I understand. I left a great many things behind that I want to return and collect." That's probably not exactly why Wing wants to go home, but its the best Dirge can empathize.

"It is written on all the side of all the Gateways." He shrugs, though the thought that there might be another version of Bulkhead does kind of cross his mind.

"It's a hard thing. This is a good place, though. We'll be all right."