[he says a few things back: suspicious, what are you up to, all filled with nostalgia. but-- before he can get too far, primal has to stop for a moment. he's half-read the ping now he sees it on his comm, and the foxes are getting closer.]

I will see you later.

[far be it from him to have fallen asleep in a room where he could just simply close the door!

it's an hour or so later when he finds airazor, stomping into the room she's sitting up in the rafters in in his robot mode and completely covered in the horrible gunk from the knees up. leaving big ol' footprints in his wake. she's well hidden, but he locates her almost immediately, green optics focusing up.]

These vehicons need lessons in effectively utilizing their environment to avoid hazards... [he grumbles, easily scaling the furniture in the room to jump up into some of the rafters opposite despite opting not to transform. he has enough gunk on his gears, thank you. he sits with his legs hanging over the beam, letting the ooze drip off onto the floor below and not too dissimilar to the casual postures he'd adopt with her in the trees on their homeworld. old habits die hard, it seems, just as he had near immediately fallen back into confiding in her when they'd initially rejoined back in their own timeline. like he was then, he seems willing to bury any of his own feelings down deep to try and pull her back in close, falling into their old dynamic despite the horrific events that split them up.] I imagine you can guess exactly how I fared.