Taylor: *laying on the couch*

Ratchet: *typing at the console*

Taylor: *sits up, looks around for a clock* Ratchet, do you know what time it is? *whispers*

Ratchet: *doesn't look away from console* Late. Get your recharge.

Taylor: *pouts* No, seriously, what time is it.

Ratchet: *sighs* 2 am in your Earth hours.

Taylor: *jumps* IT'S THAT LATE?! *whisper-shout*

Ratchet: *still doesn't look away from console* Yes, it is. So, go to sleep.

Taylor: *a little agitated* Really? *gets up*

Ratchet: *sighs and finally looks at her* What did I just say?

Taylor: *crosses arms* I'm not going to bed until you do.

Ratchet: -_- Seriously?

Taylor: >:/ Yes.

Ratchet: Taylor, I have work to-

Taylor:

Look at this face and tell me I care right now.

Ratchet: ... You do?

Taylor: Ratchet.

Ratchet: ... *turns off the computers* There, better?

Taylor: ^///^ A little. Now, you're going to head to your berth, right?

Ratchet: *thinks for a moment* On one condition.

Taylor: *perks up* Yes? :)

Ratchet: *leans in and pecks the top of her head* There. Goodnight. *walks away*

Taylor: *explodes* O///////O *squeals and jumps back onto couch*

Ratchet: *as he enters his berthroom* Hm... *the embarrassment finally gets to him*

Ratchet: *hiding his heated faceplate behind his servos*

~

You're welcome.