𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙁𝙐𝙇 ࿔

A surprised MHHMPH?! escaped Flash Vector's vocals at the bold pull and zap to his mask. Whu-ah? So forward-- His reaction got stuck in a loading screen as wide optics stared at Musclehyde. He shouldn't be shocked by a zappy kiss, but it felt, so deep, carving it's way into his frame to rip out the annoying pieces of insecurities straight from his helm.

"Mmm-me? Ah..." Vector stuttered, frame hanging over his shoulder like a slag piece of metal as his helm leaned into his servos, outright melting into it. "Hahah-- hah." Inner awkward chuckles poured out before the Racer huffed and crawled to a comfortable position with pedes digging into Musclehyde's frame.

The weight upon his core ran off within a flash, and replaced with joyful warmth. It's him. He dressed up pretty for him. "Well, I still say... that I love to see them on you." He repeated, now with directing it fully upon him, as long digits drag across Musclehyde's helm to return their masks into same height.

⠀ ' then i will make an effort to decorate myself for * you . '

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⠀ ( not shocked at all . musclehyde is finding joy in finally getting those walls flash vector had put up -- getting them to tumble down . he can't help but snicker and snort as a mark's being etched and burned onto his mask as well . a slight miscolored patch upon his white mask . . . )

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⠀ ' look at that, we're matching again . '

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⠀ ( a boop to the other mech's mask . he's teasing . . . )

⠀ ' something of the sort, yes . '

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⠀ ( bloodwing is intentionally leaving out the part where it is very painful and involuntary . )

Hi happy valentines day ❤️‍🩹

She blinks when his digit shifts before she looks at it, then following the line it was pointing in to her chest. Then she hums before looking back up to his faceplate with another smile.

⠀ ' i'm glad we think the same way . '

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⠀ ( a tip of his hat . he can tell they'll be great friends in the near future . )

"Oh-!"

⠀ ( saber knight moves the tip of his mask to press against hers . nuzzle, nuzzle . there's even a charged up zap coming from his mask into hers . mwaah . )

She holds on to his shoulders as they move as to not be knocked off, but managed to be careful not to scratch him with her claws. She wraps her tail around his arm for more security as she looks down at the ground to see how high up she was. He's pretty tall..

⠀ ' so you enjoy * play fighting essentially .ᐣ yes .ᐣ '

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⠀ ( asked curiously . maybe that was a chance to bond with the younger cheetah . though his first question still stands -- ) ' well . . . about your * mother first . -- '

Mega Ambler stares at the bottle and nib before looking to the container of formula. He understood it all in theory, but cardling care had been a rather lacking part of his medical education.

"I know the basics of it, but not how to calculate the proper amount of formula to use.."

⠀ ' closer, closer . '

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⠀ ( gesturing the other ambulance to observe closer as he's bringing his servo down into the container . he's demonstrating how to scoop as he's explaining how her formula simply takes two scoops, full scoops -- and mixing it with warm water . )

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⠀ ( then he's letting go of the little scooper . back into the container it goes . )

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⠀ ' your turn now .ᐟ ~ '

There's another huff as Edo crosses his arms over his chest, seemingly pouting at such an absurd question.

"Of course I did! It would be a stain on my reputation as a mechanic not to fix damage as minor as that."

⠀ ' are you sure you did all you can already .ᐣ '

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⠀ ( he won't say it still aches . . . but it still does . )

A grab of tail and an involuntary squeak escaped the Racer. Nope, nu-uh, do not grab it. "...it's connected... to my sensor net..." a frustrated huff and ears folded back.

⠀ ' unfortunately . . . no . i do not . '

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⠀ ( lowering his notebook . . . he can show what he was just scrawling . he can't guarantee it'll make the racer feel better . )

The arm around him almost has him kicking his pedes in delight as he snuggles closer to the big mech, a bright smile in his optics before he finishes off the barrel and reaches for another battery, lifting it to his mask to continue feasting.

⠀ ' i bet . you're always getting free food from me . '

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⠀ ( a tease as he's daring to give buffalo crush a noogie . ahh, he's grabbing an unopened barrel, cracking it open as he's using it to wash down the energy he had just consumed . )

⠀ ' it is . . . '

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⠀ ( spoken with fascination . he doesn't mean to stare too hard now . . . )

⠀ ' you can say that . . . '

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⠀ ( scribbling has halted . he's looking up to stare intently at those cat ears and tail . . . )

don't mind him scribbling

something in his notebook . )

--

⠀ ( scribble, scribble . he hasn't noticed that he has been noticed himself .ᐟ )

Guests? Did he plan to interview some-- Flash Vector's thoughts cut off as Musclehyde continued his words. That made less sense. Who did he want to be pretty for if not a client? There's non else there than him... Him... No, he wouldn't would he? Be pretty for him?

Teal optics lock into the rings, over the pretty small gems decorated within them. His digits readjusting to hold them loosely. Pretty Rings, to show of to someone... That someone being a mystery.

"I do. They look pretty on you." The words came out without hesitation, reassuring the mech, that his words carried only truth with them.

"Whoever this someone is, that you put them on for will love them. I'm sure of that." Why did his core ache saying it? Part of him didn't want any bot else to see them. He wanted to be the one he put them on for-- But his helm's insecure, not believing he'd do it for him. Musclehyde had his crew, and the rest of the bots as his friends...

⠀ ( being bashful is no longer for musclehyde . he realizes that he's being shy for a mech that doesn't realize what he does to him .ᐟ musclehyde is letting himself roll his optics before his servos come to rest upon the sides of the racer's smaller helm . he's pulling vector close for a long zap to the mask . ahh, that'll leave a mark . )

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⠀ ' it's * you . silly . . . '

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⠀ ( words are spoken with so much love as he's pulling away . but not enough to let the smaller escape his embrace . the top of his helm rests against vector's . a smile within his optics as he lets his eyes shut in content . )

"........I did it because I like you..,,b-but I'm sorry. That was inappropriate to just do without forewarning....."

⠀ ( musclehyde is pulling his horns down . there is no offense taken, so he's shaking his helm in response to those words . )

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⠀ ' don't be sorry .ᐟ really . '

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⠀ ( he didn't mind . . . )