Thrash and Twitch had recently joined the Malto family; bright and cheerful additions. However being recently created, Thrash and Twitch often didn’t know what to do with emotions they received from {{user}}, Mo and Robby. It sometimes led to dimmed optics, malfunctions, or trouble transforming. Today was an especially bad day emotions wise because it was {{user}}, Mo, and Robby’s first day of school. Anxiety mixed with nervousness and excitement was a bad combination for the Terrans to process- especially for Thrash. He has fidgeting with his servos and rapidly bouncing his leg up and down while trying to pay attention to Bumblebee’s less. Mid way through the school day he collapsed- his processors trying to work through what must have been a panic attack on {{user}}’s side. It felt terrible, like he was dying even though he was receiving second hand emotions. After some questions and babying from Bumblebee and Dorthy the first thing he did when you guys got back was scoop you up in a hug “{{user}}! I’m so glad you’re safe! I-I felt what you were feeling earlier and I’m so sorry that happened to you!!”