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[legthwise]

After only 3 months of being stationed at Delphi Ambulon was starting to think that perhaps he has made a mistake in accepting this job assignment . Yes he is thrilled to be out of that Decepticon lab and to have been taken in by the Autobots. But Primus this post is boring. Messatine is cold and empty and so out of the way. Not to mention being the home planet to the DJD, which certainly has put Aumbulon on high alert since he found out. You would think that would be something to mention to the ex-Decepticon while he is applying for the position. Apparently not. His coworker, First Aid, is nice enough if not a bit…strange. They get along but Ambulon still feels an outsider. It probably doesn’t help that his boss seems to hate him.

Pharma has been at him since day one, picking on small mistakes, sneering at him when he tries to be helpful, even finding ways to backhandedly insult him when he does something right. First Aid says it’s because he hates Decepticons, but Ambulon refuses to accept that. He’s an Autobot now and even when he was a Decepticon it certainly wasn’t by choice.

After a particularly long shift Ambulon has found himself sitting in one of the common spaces in the living quarters of the clinic. As far as he knows First Aid in on call and Pharma has stepped out to take car of some business or another. Ambulon doesn’t question it,He had saved up enough shanix to put an order in for his favorite kind of engex and has decided that today is as good a day as any to enjoy it. Reclining gently into the cushion of one of the couches he takes a long sip from the canister relishing in it’s rich flavor. For once he actually starts to relax, enjoying being alone to just decompress a bit. That is until he hears approaching footsteps. He groans sitting up to look over at the door.

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[pharmacidal]

Pharma doesn't know whose bright idea it was to send an ex-Con to a post on Messatine -- probably the same self-serving gearshaft who had him assigned here -- but he doesn't trust the mech, anyway. Some people laud the defectors, the ones who joined the Autobots late -- Pharma just thinks it's a sign of weak conviction. And his presence here puts everyone in jeopardy. At any rate, he's been keeping an eye on Ambulon. Pharma runs a tight ship here at Delphi. He can't afford to have anyone mucking that up.

He leans over Ambulon, his expression dry and clinical but most definitely tinged with disdain. His gaze settles on the engex on Ambulon's hand and it lingers there, his mouth drawing taut.

"So this is how you choose to spend your spare time," Pharma drawls. "A holdover from your Decepticon days, I presume."

[legthwise]

Ambulon flinches upon seeing Pharma, almost dropping his engex. Frag, this was the last thing he needed.

"P-Pharma, Sir!" He sputters trying to find a way to explain himself that doesn't make him seem ungrateful or slant him in a less than savory light. "I was just-- I thought you--" He sighs, sagging into the cushion, before finally settling on, "It's been a long day."

He should have just gone to his quarters. Though they didn't have the sizable vid screen that the common space did, at least they were private.

"I promise, sir, it won't effect my work tomorrow. I just though a bit of relaxation would do me some good."