#ejectionaffection

Sparkplug kicks back reflexively when Eject kicks her, and watches him launch across the room; it’s only after he hits the wall that she strides over to pick him up.

Snapping shut the forearm compartment of his armour around a small box filled with flexible resin coated toys (”Sparkling-safe, unless the bitlet swallows it whole. Don’t let the bitlet swallow it whole,” according to Outrigger), Cerebros made the familiar trot to the space bridge hall. It was later than he intended to leave, admittedly - He’d been stuck under Fortress Maximus when his binary bond slipped into recharge in his lap unintentionally, lacking the will to rouse him to make his escape. A brief ping to Red and Eject and he was off, excitedly patting Bolt’s arm as he peered over to double check the bridge’s read out. They chattered for a while before Eject arrived, immensely displeased and quietly promising his revenge. Sometimes he wasn’t very quiet about it.

› ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ . . . › sᴛᴇᴘ 𝟹: ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ 𝟷𝟷𝟻𝟸𝟶𝟶 ʙᴘs > ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴜɴᴀ-𝟷 sᴘᴏʀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ. ʀᴇᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ . . . <

Comm suddenly crackling to life, Cerebros started, trying to get a read on the uplink’s origin frequency. The connection was spotty, prompting him to playfully bat at Bolt’s arm as he stepped away from him, heading towards the communications room to try and increase the bandwidth speed.

This is fantastic! 

Grim had no idea who they were chasing. Grim had no idea why they were chasing them. Why did they chase anything? Because... Well, because someone had made it what they liked to do when they’d been created, but more than that, it was just really really fun.

〈Non-verbal RP starters〉〈💪 Pick my muse up〉

Oh no.

That’s all Cerebros could think as his HUD flashed specially coded  proximity warnings, informing him Eject had approached far too readily for him to avoid. Oh, no, repeated itself at the feeling of arms securing around his waist, locking in a vice grip. His hands flew to the other minibot’s forearm’s and grabbed him tightly, knowing this would not end well. As he was lifted in one sudden, lurching motion, he tried to keep most of his weight on his own pedes and stand on the very tips of them.

“Hey-!” He yelped, denting at least one of Eject’s arms as his frame complained about the awkward, backwards lean. “Eject, you do not- You don’t wanna do this, c’mon, put me d-”

{godspeed}