Mtmte Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Whirl, Drift, Megatron, Cyclonus, Tailgate & Ratchet with their sparkling trying to say dad but they're slower than other sparklings so it takes more time. One day, the bots aren't in the best mood & see them from work. Sparkling was so excited and said dada. Will the bots be crying tears of joy?
He’s not the most patient dad, he does get a little annoyed with their inability to say the word dad. However, he would never let on to that, he’s seemingly nothing but supportive of the little one. Always encouraging them and telling them they’re doing a great job. The only hint of his annoyance is the occasionally sigh or twitch of his optic.
He’s had a long day, he’s exhausted, after a long fight, an explosion, and then mountains of paperwork he was forced to get halfway through. He was ready to just fall into his berth and sleep for six years, maybe even six hundred. He has to pick his sparkling up from Rung first though.
He knocks on the door to Rung’s office before coming in, “Hey, thanks again for watching them.” he says as he enters, Rung’s just about to tell him it’s no problem with a kind smile when the sparkling wriggle’s out of his servos and hits the ground running, arms out stretched to Rodimus.
“Dada!” Rodimus catches the tiny bit in his servos and lifts them, just before they fall over on their still clumsy pedes. “You did it!” He says, happily, as he holds them to his faceplates, and he may be crying, but he’ll never own up to that. “You’re so good!”
He’s very patient with his sparkling, gently repeating the word and giving praise for anything that sounds like they’re trying to get there. He’s worried his sparkling might need assistance in their learning he himself cannot offer. He’s doing his best, however, to offer what he can. Sometimes he thinks the little sparkling may just be waiting to speak until it has the word down cold, it’s still worrisome to him.
Dealing with Rodimu in and of itself is exhausting, but dealing with Rodimus when he, himself, seems to have had a rough day is a nightmare. Magnus wants nothing more than to go to his habsuite sleep for years, or just at all, but first he must pick up his sparkling from the care of Drift.
He goes straight to the room where Drift would usually be doing yoga but, instead, has turned it into a mess of toys and drawings and other things that the sparkling does for fun. He’s just about to speak up when his sparkling notices him and rushes over to him, shouting, “Dada, Dada!” at the top of its little vocalizer.
He’s quick to pick them up in his arms with a bright smile, his previous mood seemingly forgotten. “You did it my little one!” He says, ever the proud papa that he is.
Honestly, he’s not even really trying to teach his sparkling to speak, he figures they’ll figure it out as he talks to them. However, he does often refer to himself as ‘dad’ or something of the similar. It’s not a stretch to say the little thing might catch on to the word and who it should refer to as such.
When doesn’t Whirl have a bad day? He’s been told off by just about everyone on this ship, he’s been pushed a little too hard, he’s about ready to send this ship up in smoke, himself included. He’s even had to leave his sparkling alone in his habsuite for fear someone would pick a fight with him and hurt the little thing, his excuse is that they’re a pain, however.
He punches the wall so that his door slides open revealing his sparkling, seemingly like a lost puppy, waiting in the middle of the floor for him. He comes in and allows them to climb up his legs and onto his chassis to sit upon his boob guns and stare at him.
He’s a little taken aback when they point at him and simply say, “Dada.” He outright laughs and bumps his helm against theirs softly. “Who knew one word could make me feel so much better.”
Is the most patient about of everyone when it comes to teaching his sparkling anything. He, of course, is worried about the time it is taking and how confused they seem. He wants them to get the help they’ll need if they’re going to need it, but he’s not going to assume anything for now and will see later on down the road, for now he’s just happy they seem to be getting it.
To say today was one of his worst days wouldn’t be a shot in the dark in the least. He had been accused of betrayal, again, and had, had trouble concentrating during yoga and couldn’t seem to relax during his meditation. He’d finally all but given up on this day and decided he needed to just spend some time playing with his sparkling, who was in the care of Rodimus, only there because Rodimus had begged to spend some time with his ‘nephew’ as he’d put it.
“Rodimus, I think I’d like to spend some time with my little light.” He said as he came into the room with a soft knock. He looked up as the sparkling came running to him, servos out stretched to him and calling out, “Dada, dada!”
He stares for a moment before he hits his knee and holds his little one in a tight hug. “Look at how good you are!” He said, noting that his little one didn’t seem to have been a handful. “You’re so great!” He said as he picked up the sparkling, holding them close. When Rodimus asks if he’s crying Drift just shrugs, neither denying it nor affirming it.
He’s not the most patient mech, but he’s good and he knows when to take a break so he doesn’t get too frustrated. The little sparkling cannot help it, Megatron knows this, and he’s not going to put the little thing off to talking just because he makes an ass of himself. He’s doing good with them and they seem to be learning, even if it is at their own pace. Megatron is just happy they seem to be getting it.
It’s been a day, Murphey’s Law seemed to have set in for the ship and everything he thought might go wrong… Well did. He’s not in a good mood and most of the bots walking in the hall make it a point not to look at him or to scamper out of his way as he walks, he has to pick up his sparkling.
Cyclonus had offered to watch the little thing when it had become too much for Megatron to juggle his duties and his sparkling and Megatron had agreed, Cyclonus was gentle enough for his tastes and Tailgate was always with him and Tailgate was the kind to have fun with the tiny one. He knocked on the door before it opened, Tailgate moving to allow him the room to walk in.
As soon as the little sparkling saw him it jumped from Cyclonus’s arms to the floor and rushed over to Megatron, patting his leg and calling out, “Dada, dada!” Megatron smiled and lifted them up and rested them on his shoulder, “You’re doing so great, my sweetspark.” He tells them before he thanks the other two and heads for his habsuite.
He’s rather patient with the little one and their learning, sometimes a little aggravated with their lack of understanding, but never says a word about it. If he knows he’s getting frustrated he’ll just scoop them up and call it done for then. He’s not sure why they seem to have so much trouble, but he’s not going to dwell on it for now, there’s nothing to prove they have a problem.
Honestly, he’s never really in a good mood, always a little aggravated about something or always a little frustrated, he’s just better at keeping it to himself. However, today has been terrible. He dares not to dwell on all the things that have gone wrong, sure he’ll only make himself furious before he sees his little one. He’d rather not subject the little thing to his anger.
He opens the door to his habsuite, Tailgate and the sparkling laying on the floor and coloring together quietly. They both look up when the door slides open, the little one jumping up and running to him, grabbing his leg and holding on tightly. He pats their helm softly with a gentle smile just before the call up to him, “Dada!”
He’s a little caught off guard before he scoops them up and places gentle kisses to their helm. They’re giggling and patting his faceplates to try and get them to stop. He chuckles, “You’re doing so good, my sweetspark.” He praises gently with a smile.
He’s so bad at teaching them, so bad. He gets distracted halfway through with playing with them or talking about something else, wondering if they’ve eaten. All sorts of things distract him as he’s trying to teach them dad so it’s no surprise they’re having a little bit of trouble learning the word.
It’s hard for Tailgate to have a bad day, but with someone calling him names and another telling him he’s not to be trusted ‘what with what happened with Getaway’, he’s just not feeling the whole ‘I am a marshmallow for the rest of my life’ shtick. He’s about to cry and he just wants to hold his little one.
He opens the door to his habsuite, where Cyclonus is nice enough to keep an eye on the little one, and is met with the bitlet running up to him with servos out stretched, proudly calling out, “Dada, Dada!!”
Tailgate laughs, watery, as tears spring to his face and he picks them up and holds them close, nuzzling their helms together, “Look at you go! You’re so good!” He proclaims, proud of his little one.
It’s not that he doesn’t have the patience, he doesn’t, it’s that he just doesn’t have a lot of time. He uses the time with his sparkling to just hold them or play with them, he doesn’t even think about teaching them how to say words. He does talk to them though and refers to himself only as dad, never as he or Ratchet, just dad. He is Dad.
It’s been a long day, the medbay was much busier than he would have liked it to be and it was a constant fight from start to finish and he hasn’t been off his pedes once. His knee joins are catching a bit and he misses the usual break he would have gotten to play with his little one, having long sent them to visit Drift or Rung.
They ended up with Drift in the end, Rung having his own patients to worry about, and Ratchet’s glad it’s simple enough to find the two of them, Drift watching as the little one plays with blocks, Drift himself doing his yoga. Ratchet clears his throat to get both their attention and his little one shouts as they run for him, throwing themselves into his waiting arms so he can lift them up.
“Dada!” They proclaim and Ratchet is caught off guard, staring at them. He wasn’t prepared for them to know a word being that he hadn’t taught them. Soon, however, a grin appears across his mouth brightly, “Look at you!” He proclaims, turning to take them for some treats.