𝙎𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙁𝙐𝙇 ࿔

"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 . )

⠀ ' see .ᐟ just like a cat . '

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⠀ ( a chuckle pours from his vocalizer as he's still smiling with his optics . so adorable .ᐟ he needs to somehow take a picture of this later . . . and keep it to himself . but for now . he's continuing to pet flash vector . )

Fleta Z froze solid throughout the seconds it took for the cat to loaf down. So much for being the perfect guardian to cling onto-- Well, once Fleta Z shook himself out of his shock, he ex-vented softly and turned his helm to Mega Trucker.

"I think sticking close to together is the right option." His way to reassure the bot's actions, and with acquired confidence, Fleta Z reached his servo to hold onto Mega Trucker's own.

⠀ ' you don't think she'll see us as her * toys do you .ᐣ '

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⠀ ( he doesn't mean to make the fear more palpable . he just can't help but question so . )

It's no more than casual words, but, ah, the meaning, and the thought of Musclehyde loving him made his processors spin. "Mm-mh." An understanding mutter as digits slowly spread to peak between them at Musclehyde.

⠀ ( musclehyde's own confidence wavers as he's being asked such . he really does, he wouldn't say those words if he didn't mean it . but he understands where flash vector is coming from . maybe he's moving too fast, and he's acknowledging that with an ex - vent . not directed towards the racer of course -- but to * himself . )

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⠀ ' i do . . . but if you'd rather i not say it . i understand . '

A lone male Atlantic puffin (Fratercula arctica) observes a breeding pair preening each other in Svalbard, Norway

"Well, alright then.."

⠀ ( even as the mechanic is mindful of where those fingers tug and caress -- it doesn't help how * sensitive the big rig is . rumbling and shuddering with any particular pull of his tangled wires . )

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⠀ ( that really relieves his itch . . . that's the spot . . . )

He lets out a light breath as he watches those closed optics for a few moments before glancing back at the open panel of wiring and cables. His fingers twitch, but he keeps his hands to himself for the time being.

⠀ ' no . '

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⠀ ( he's going to still himself now . make sure his fans aren't running high anymore . . . )