"Just because I am an agent of entropy does not mean I lack MANNERS, unlike some of these heathens."

             Well... no wonder there was a sudden big shadow over the blue mech. High Tide dared himself to turn around and look at... the very bigger mech who now stands before him, green optics being very visible in the temporary casted darkness.

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...eyes the tiny blue dot. No, really; he can't even tell what she is.

   ✾    ─    And tiny blue dot is too small to realize he is something sentient, either. She is far too invested in something else and mistakes him for a rock wall.

AFFECTIONATE PROMPTS || accepting!  

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[ REACH ] for one muse to reach out and take the other’s hand to comfort them.  SYKE IT'S JUST A BIG BASTARD GRABBING HER

   ✾    ─   Helm down she remains crouched, one servo holding one of her arm struts, like seeking warmth of an embrace from herself. Optics offline, it’s a well deserved moment with her thoughts, recalling her purpose, to who and to why she was there. Had she thought to be in privacy and safety, the beastly mechanism had already drawn closer.

Barely, she manages to stand up with straightened back struts, as the claws of servo surround her, in a flash, closing and tightening around her small frame, like cocoon, arms, thighs and wings trapped in locked positions. In the embrace of the grip, there was only enough space for her shoulder to nudge slightly upward. Even as brave and experienced fighter, recognized the strength and danger. Instead of fight, she freezes in shock, decorated helm leaning back as she stares with horrified optics towards the purple hues and ember like biolights of the mechanism. 

For sure, all the woes burdening her mere moment ago had ceased, replaced by both terror and questions. But a word of plead, never leaves her lips.

send a symbol for… | ACCEPTING

[text]: Before I begin, I would like to preface what I am about to ask you with absolute assurance that I do not mean to place judgement on your personal hobbies and/or favoured activities during your off-duty hours.[text]: However, please, for the love of the Empire, arrest your penchant for taking bits and parts from the morgue.[text]: Your underlings are beginning to notice, and I have had complaints.

A minute later.

[text]: Please do not cry, Gyrodyne.

Another minute later.

Send me 👀 and my muse will confess one dirty thought they’ve had about yours | Accepting

He’s huge. I wonder if everything’s proportional...and if he’s as good with it as Blackout.

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