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"Iambus Ambus!"
Iambus screeched to a stop, tiny mustache wobbling.
Minimus sighed and picked him up, perching him on his hip. "And who, pray tell, were you shunted off onto today?"
Iambus shoved his thumb in his intake and mumbled around it. "B'ainstorm gave us to Rodi."
"Hm.... And where are Pyrrhus and Rodimus now?"
Iambus shrugged.
"Alright," Minimus sighed, smoothing a hand over the bucket-like helm all his offspring shared. "What say we go see Ri, hm?"
Iambus nodded eagerly and, with a chuckle, Minimus headed for the bridge.
When he arrived, Megatron had already found their wayward younglings and was currently trying to impress upon Rodimus an idea of proper childcare.
Rodimus himself was making faces at Spondée. Wrapped up against her carrier's spark - and the tiny two that currently orbited it - she was at perfect eye level with him, and her own tiny mustache twitched as she giggled.
Minimus let Iambus down so he could run to his brother, and then he took a moment, gazing fondly his family and reminiscing on all that it had taken them to get to this point.
He could honestly say he wouldn't change a thing.