I’m trying to at least get a start on this fic but it’s just
Perceptor: sass sass
First Aid: sass sass (but medically prescribed)
Perceptor: what gives you the right to give a shit about my health???
First Aid: well Percy I didn’t paint these medic symbols on my chassis because it was trendy
Perceptor: *treating the shuttle steering like a stress ball until his fingers dent it and then screams about it*
First Aid: truly the pinnacle of neurotypical behavior
First Aid: did it ever occur to you that it’s possible that I’m right?
Perceptor: shut up baby-ratchet
I never wrote this and probably never will but this is still the funniest chain I’ve posted I’m wheezing.