𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙁𝙐𝙇 ࿔

"Thank you.~" Fleta Z hummed with his flute producing soothing tunes, a calm and peaceful notes.

"It's never too late to pick up an instrument. Plus, the humans have many different types." He added and lightly rubbed his side against Bloodwing.

⠀ ' hm . . . i will do well to seek for one then . '

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⠀ ( maybe he'll even convince one of the humans to create one for him . doesn't sound so bad . . . if only he had truly gotten into music well enough to play his own tunes . now it's time to share a small piece of himself he did not have a great memory regarding . )

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⠀ ' i believe . . . '

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⠀ ( a claw taps at his gold chin piece . his memory really is hazy . it seems with time as a wild, his old self had began to disappear . )

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⠀ ' when i was younger -- i had played the * piano . '

Wha-What, this feeling, why did it... feel so ... good... Like hitting a soft spot, Flash Vector's pupils expanded and chin tilted up to give more space to those digits. Yes, there, right there, Mmmm!

The Racer's purrs heightened in volume and digits reached up to softly hold Musclehyde's wrist. Not to stop him to but to hold on as Vector instinctively followed his digits.

⠀ ' feels good, doesn't it .ᐣ i know i like a good scratch myself too . '

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⠀ ( sharing more about himself as he continues to softly scratch . with the added grounding servo upon his wrist -- it's encouraging him to continue to rubbing . )

"We should be fine as long as we don't make any quick movements or stand on the edge of the table." Fleta Z reassured, with a minor unsure tone to his vocals.

⠀ ( a lot more extra knowledge compared to him, that's for sure .ᐟ mega trucker is bringing a digit up to his mask . scritch, scratch . )

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⠀ ' hey . . . i think we're near the edge . '

⠀ ' there . . . are . '

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⠀ ( bloodwing sees that smirk, he can even hear it within the other mech's tone . it sounds like he wants to experience that himself . . . bloodwing will not allow that to happen . not after a certain incident he had come to find out recently . )

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⠀ ' but . through inspection, i do not believe it would be possible if you were to seek such changes yourself . '

Embrace the urges, and the instinct that pushed his frame into those sweet large digits. His pedes near tiptoeing as his ears brushed flat against his helm with each pet. This must be how Wilds felt when they instinctively moved a certain way and craved for chaos.

⠀ ( being partially wild let him understand where those instincts come from . so there was no judgement in that gaze of his . . . however . he was slightly bending at the hip to move from petting to scratching underneath flash vector's chin . he likes this himself . . . so he wonders how the smaller racer would react . )

"Well, that's good to know...."

⠀ ' if i wasn't upset the first time, how do you think i'll react the second time .ᐣ '

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⠀ ( he'll let blastrain answer that himself . )

"Well, of course. No way to not accept you, heh..."

⠀ ' does something amuse you .ᐣ '

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⠀ ( he asks curiously . glancing up to make eye contact with the other flier before he was rising to his own full height . he's not as tall as the other, but he wasn't short enough to need to crane his neck to look up at cielo . )

An unique sight to see, a bot drinking liquid without an intake. Darkfang expected the liquid to simply spill all over him, but no, his frame absorbed it with such ease. Interesting. Plus, the bonus is, for the bot's sake, that he didn't instantly over heat and explode from the alien liquids.

"Mm, it is, isn't it?" Darkfang purred and grabbed his purple-ish cocktail to pour it slowly down his intake. A few tasty sips before he placed it back down with a happy chuckle.

⠀ ( with time came a bloodwing that didn't appear very often . with many cubes of engex -- he was quite the loopy character . spacing out and not paying attention to the conversation any longer now that he was on his whatever number cube . . . )

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⠀ ( normally pink optics are now a deeper red, his frame now leaned even more into that seat as he's seemingly staring up at the ceiling of the ship . . . )

Oh, deus, he meant it, he really did. Here he was, doubting him, no doubting his own audials for split second.

"No, you can say it." He quickly reassured Musclehyde as if in a panic. He didn't want him to get sad, to regret his words. To feel at unease. Flash Vector had been caught of guard, over words never said to him in such ways. Someone loving him, never crossed his processors.

Smaller servos reached up, pressing on each side of Musclehyde's helm, to hold it dearly. The Racer nuzzled him softly on the mask, his servos giving in a small tremble.

⠀ ' then i'll make sure to say it more often .ᐟ '

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⠀ ( his arms come up happily . what a complete 180 . he's scooping flash vector into his arms, a wheezing laugh escaping his vocalizer as he's twirling flash vector around . )

"It's coming out and I can't-- Mmrph." No holding back the purrs, nor the helm bumps against Musclehyde's petting servo. There's a rub for extra measure at the Mech's digits.

⠀ ' don't be ashamed . there's no reason to be embarrassed . '

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⠀ ( he can tell the doubt is existent within his tone . making sure to continue the petting to stop the thoughts that made him think that this was not worthy of spilling out . )

There was a great sigh as Heavy Iron spoke. The way the knight had stripped away the dragon's confidence was both pride inducing but also so sad. He knew that he was going for the throat with his former lover. And he didn't care.

"You cannot possibly blame me for thinking that the mech who almost killed me and abandoned me would have my faith." He looked incredibly defeated.

It was painful, how much Heavy Iron's betrayal had hurt Wild Guardy. More so than even the wounds he had sustained from Solidhorn or Savannard.

⠀ ' . . . * two .ᐣ . '

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⠀ ( he cannot help but be curious . yet those words sting bad . * very bad . it makes one optic prick up with tears . but wild guardy doesn't need to see that . he's keep his optics shut as he doesn't budge just yet . )

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⠀ ( sticks and stones will definitely not mare his frame, but hurtful words from one he once held near and dear to his core will definitely cause some damage . with the way his wings droop ever so slightly as he sniffles . all he has to do is pretend he hadn't just done so . )

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⠀ ' who was the other . tell me . * now . '

" Hello Autobot, you let your guard down....you're lucky I'm not here to kill you or you'd be dead right now." he smirked chuckling slightly as he felt that large servo close around his own " Careful I just had them sharpened, one wrong move and you'll be visiting your medics." he warned.

⠀ ' work . leave . '

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⠀ ( quick to dismiss as always, and even quicker to not give him the time of day when he is not appreciated . ultra magnus would like to get back to his scheule now . thank you very much . )

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⠀ ( even with the blade that nicks at his cabling -- he's still moving his free servo to shift aside the data pads for organizing . three stacks are present upon his desk, three stacks meant to be up for delivery soon . . . )

Well, this was even more unexpected than everything else. He had no idea the bots’ wires were this sensitive. Did they all feel things like this whenever he had to repair their deeper components?

“Are you.. getting off on this?”

⠀ ( heavy iron stays silent aside from the grunt that leaves his vocalizer from the way his wire is being tangled once more . earning an irritated noise to leave him along with his tone being strained and not as composed as it normally would be . )

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⠀ ' don't get . . . distracted . '

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⠀ ( says the one that's trembling again . )