Hang onto your bobby socks!

“Hello there,” he mused, kneeling down. “Who are you?”

Its Burst!!

"Alright, up you get," he sighed, picking up the sparkling to make him stop crying, bouncing him a little. "Let's find your mama, huh?"

Now, staying in and talking sounded like a compromise they could both be happy with. “That does sound like a better idea. I don’t know much about you either.” he replied, nodding a bit.

“Oh you mean like…. we could have drinks? And conversations and actually do things outside the berth?” He joked sweetly, wrapping Track’s arms around his lower back, giving some playful chirps. 

“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.” LC cooed playfully and gently pulled himself out of the embrace, yet he took Track’s hand and lead him to his berthroom, obviously he wantedt this thing to become more comfortable. “Like… passion? Or insatiable programmings, such as mine? Nothing primitive about it. You know best how that act can be like a piece of art itself…. but if you want to talk about literature, well I guess that can be arranged also.” 

“You are incredibly right about that,” the noble hummed, smiling as he gently took LC’s hips again once they were in the berthroom, not yet wishing to join on the berth itself. “An art form ... I had never thought of it like that before. But, I supposed when you put it that way, there is nothing primitive about it. I just do not much care to frag and run, you see. There is no fun in that.“

“Pit yes!” Blaster grinned, “I’m so excited ta start~”

::Hotshot-!:: Tracks tried, but the signal wouldn’t come back online. No matter, he knew where the mech was now. Quickly accessing a bridge, the noble beamed himself there, quickly scanning the area for a life force.

“Hotshot …. I see you!” he called out. “I know you are here …. I am coming, just hold tight.”

Instead the car lay dormant, just barely thrumming, not even running any biolights. And then it spoke, “ T̵̙̲̳̤̮̭̖̯ŗ̝ͅa̱͓̘̹̣̮̕͜c̱̙͔̼͚̟͎k̠̹̭͍̼s̥̭̻?̣̯̗͉̭ͅͅ ̲͓̜͝Ý̢̼̹̗͓̯͓̼ơ̟̞u̞̩̖̺͘'̢̛̩͓̹͘r̶͓̮̱e̸̜͉̺̗͚̕ ͢͏̱͙̣̻̳̘ͅg̮͖̞͙͚̰o̡҉̦̬̫̱̣͖í̵̡̤̣̘̮͎̼̟̥̖n̹̳͇̗̯͢g҉̸̫ ̵͏̟͖̪̯͓͔̲́ţ͍͚͚̰͍̮o͓̞̜̠͜ ͠͡҉̟ͅr̛̭͚̬̳̝̘̦u͉͕̞͙̪i̵̼̞̣̳͍͢n̨̞̰̘͈̼̺ ̢͕͙y͈̼̕͜͝o̡͉͔̮̹͇̦̦͚u̫͎̻̬͜͝r̶̡͔̰̥͉̤̪̱ ̖̤͓̱̭͍̲ͅf̢͈̳̩̜͜͠i̡͍͝n̥̲̭͝í̪̞͜s̝̭͈̭̮̥̤͉h͔̙̀͠.̶̩̭͔̮̥̘̫͡.̘.̡͝͏̳̘̗̞ ̛̬̭̘͚̣̮̯͜s̛̹͉͙͓̲̮͘u̦̥͙̯̥̮̗͉͇c̷̩̪͍͖̹͝ͅẖ̢͖̤̠̼ ̸̼͓̩͙̤̮͓̪͍ą̭̠̗͔̣̭͉ͅ ̷̨̭͉̪͎̻̀n͓͚̺͘ḭ̳̰͇̙̥͇͠͝ͅc̹͚͟͡è̷͇̝̟͕̯,̬̝̭̟͢ ̷̫͈̖p̢͕̲͘͟r̹̣̮̖̝̰̜̭͕͘é̮̯̪͓͡t҉̫͚̫͝ţ̘͓̫̤y̷͍͙͉̱̼͕̬̤ ͙̤̞̼̠̲̪ͅt̲͕̥̥͔̘̀ͅh̡͓̱͖̕i͏͏͎͇͉̺̼̤̙̫͘n̶̪̮̳̬̼g̵̥̘̰̮͡ ̧͇̫̻̲̝̹͇̀ͅi҉̳̠͙̱̠͍̫̱t̯̝̲̖̺̱͜ ̷̛̭̳̝̱̀i̜̘̰̣̗̩s̖͔̗̪̺͎̭̣̝͟͠͞.͔͍̟͙͜.̥̙̰͖̯͎̪́.҉̞̻͖̣̥̝͙"̥͙̝̺͎

“Hotshot,” he spoke back, kneeling before the dark teal vehicle. “Oh, Primus ... Do not worry; I will get you to safety, and we will repair you. I am here now.”

“Oh, I daresay speaking about my little fantasies is not the reason I came to visit you, Beautiful~” Tracks hummed, a smile to his lips. “I do not dare find myself that tasteless to show up for just a fantasy frag before leaving. There is more to our relationship than that ... Mmh, but if you absolutely must know, my fantasies with you are thought out in the most precise manner -- nothing like a neanderthal-ish booty call.”

Now, staying in and talking sounded like a compromise they could both be happy with. “That does sound like a better idea. I don’t know much about you either.” he replied, nodding a bit.

“I like the part where you told me about how much you longed for me. Please. Do elaborate~~~”  He nibbled gently at Track’s chin. “How does that feel like? Where do you feel it?”

“There are many aspects I long for, and not all of them have to do with your superb mods ... Even though I take great pride in helping you regularly inspect them.” Tracks purred to him, tilting his helm a little for that exploring mouth. “I feel it in my spark, in this nagging little spot in the back of my processor that tells me that I have not seen my favorite pleasure mech in a while. Of course, I feel this almost primal need in my own interface array, but that is certainly not my favorite thing about you.”

::Hotshot-!:: Tracks tried, but the signal wouldn’t come back online. No matter, he knew where the mech was now. Quickly accessing a bridge, the noble beamed himself there, quickly scanning the area for a life force.

“Hotshot .... I see you!” he called out. “I know you are here .... I am coming, just hold tight.”

haha of course! I ship them! ;) Its actually states as being non romantic tho. I really dont mind either way i love these two however your take on their relationship is. im flexable.so yea I placed an order for it I need stories of these two before they came to earth its a must have! I’m sure I’ll be able to figure out what’s going on by looking at the imagery or find a friend to translate it in general to me a little explain some of it. Translated Store Stats:FORBIDDEN PLANET / TanbidangoGenre: TransformersNumber of pages, the number of songs, such as page 44The main writer UsakomuSize A5 of workNo couplingIssuance event name transformer fan socket Vol.15Printing method offsetThis gag book knockout and break down to slapstick while earnestly fled Gyagya from unknown creatures in the jungle planet. I’m going strictly between buddy is not a coupling There are sometimes Nokubure ish gag and tentacles story. 2 people but also or fight is a good friend.

“For now,” he continued, taking a sip of his midgrade. “I think I little Cybertronian affection would do us both wonders, hmm~?”