||Spinister||;;

  ɪ’ʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ

ιғ ι тold yoυ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ι waѕ                   woυld yoυ тυrn yoυr вacĸ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ?

       ɪ ᴛʀʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ                           ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ι נυsт ωαηηα мαкε үσυ ρяσυ∂ 

sveltewaves is looking at me funny

sveltewaves is looking at me funny

          –––||;; A pause; brow furrowed together and frame pulled up taller. Then, the Scavenger cocked his helm. “Yes, that’s why I asked.’

     d̢̀ơ͘͝n̡’t get t๏๏ close    It’s d̨͜͞a҉r̷k̷͝ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ         ιт’s whპΓპ my demons нιde 

scavengerneoprimalistflywheels is looking at me funny

Flywheels looked to the weapon and back to Spinister’s face, “How do you want me to?” His wings twitched and flicked, and he bit his lower lip component, he really didn’t want to be shot…   

scavengerneoprimalistflywheels is looking at me funny

"Miracle," Flywheels nodded, shuffling nervously from pede to pede.

          –––||;; For a brief moment Spinister looked disappointed, then slid the weapon he’d been holding behind him. As if it meant anything at all, or that Flywheels couldn’t see it. “Prove it,” came his rough baritone of a voice. “Don’t need tricks.” 

Misfire squeaked; a face mask to the mouth was far from comfortable, and he could almost ask his energon leaking from a split lip. It didn’t stop him, however, from pressing right back to return it, even if Spinister couldn’t feel it.