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It was a relaxing day at base, and Miko and Bulkhead were taking a break after a rather intense music session.
“-and that’s when the tablecloth caught fire. My teacher was so mad, I thought she was going to blow something. Anyhoo, that’s my life in a nutshell.”
“So, Miko, what do your parents do?” Bulkhead asked. The question had popped into his processor after Jack had explained what his mom did, but he hadn’t thought to ask it until now.
Miko said a little tentatively, “Well, my dad is a day trader, and my mom is the vice president of the Tokyo section of a large tech corporation. They work long hours usually.”
Bulkhead tilted his helm. “Is that why you can’t stay with them?”
Miko shifted a little uncomfortably. “I don’t think it’s really a matter of ‘can’t’, as a matter of ‘won’t’. My parents work all the time, so they don’t really have time for raising a kid.” She shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t care. “Whatever, that’s their life. I’m livin’ my own!” She said, and struck a pose.
Bulkhead knew she was deflecting. He shook his helm. “They’re your parents. They should be taking care of you, not letting you-” He cut himself off before he said “run wild”. Somehow, he didn’t think Miko would like that, or she’d take it the wrong way. “What I mean is, they shouldn’t just abandon you. I’m not even your creator, but I’d never abandon you.”
Miko smiled up at him and hugged his leg. “You’re way better than my parents. I love you, Bulk.”
Bulkhead knelt down to Miko, then gently picked her up in his servos. “I love you too, Miko.” He smiled down at her.
Miko gasped, making Bulkhead’s spark jump. “I just had the most awesome idea! You could adopt me!”