[Primus, waking up like this was one thing. And now a small lizard was waddling right after him, with it's tail on fire. He stuffs his hands in his pockets as he walks through Vermilion City. The little charmander waddles right beside the former autobot, who continually tries to wave him off.]
Go on. Shoo.
[The little creature is insistent. Sure, this thing was suppose to follow him along but. This isn't what Ratchet needed right now. This isn't--
While Ratchet had his gaze averted to see where he was going, he felt something painful. Very. very painful. His eyes widened as he looks down at his hand and realizes that it had brushed over the tail of the creature. The fire.
A small, less than masculine, yelp could be heard from the old man as he stumbles back a few steps, holding his hand.]
Primus! Watch where you put that tail of yours!
[The charmander stares up at Ratchet, confused as he glances at his tail, its flame flickering idly. The medic presses the side of his hand against his mouth, trying to ease the warm skin there as he stomps his foot, to try and distract his mind from the pain.]
Ratchet | Transformers Prime
Go on. Shoo.
[The little creature is insistent. Sure, this thing was suppose to follow him along but. This isn't what Ratchet needed right now. This isn't--
While Ratchet had his gaze averted to see where he was going, he felt something painful. Very. very painful. His eyes widened as he looks down at his hand and realizes that it had brushed over the tail of the creature. The fire.
A small, less than masculine, yelp could be heard from the old man as he stumbles back a few steps, holding his hand.]
Primus! Watch where you put that tail of yours!
[The charmander stares up at Ratchet, confused as he glances at his tail, its flame flickering idly. The medic presses the side of his hand against his mouth, trying to ease the warm skin there as he stomps his foot, to try and distract his mind from the pain.]