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@springingfromnothing replied
" You're gonna get your aft beat flap flap."
"Dunno why.
Just commented that vehicles are warmer than submersibles" He chirps ever so innocently. Not his fault Kuplinks connected dots wrong
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Top less Friday? Frag yeah. He's admiring. He might pop his out if he's convinced. He's on the heavy build side himself.
Triple Changer- Triple Ds.
Redstrike chuckles as Springer looks him over in a fairly obvious manner. He can't help but turn, bend over a little, and press an arm up underneath his small, perk, tits to push them up a little. While he used his other arm to help squish them together.
"Oh? I usually don't get much admiration for my small refineries. I'm glad to know that someone appreciates them." He mused, tail flicking flirtatiously.
@springingfromnothing — cont.
he grumbles. " how did you know it was me? " drift laments quietly, fiddling with his claws as his finials lower & he exvents roughly around a mouthful of steam. " i ... i was just trying to tie up loose ends. nothing more. "
M!A Miko you're now 6'4 for a week.
Miko pulls the jacket off of her head, smoothing back the disaster it had made of her hair. She eyeballs it for a moment before glancing up at the office door, sneaky little smile curving her mouth as she stuffs her arms into it.
"Fuck."
It was... comically big on her. To her knees, with the sleeves dangling well past her hands. And then, as though the echo of his words were a trigger to the mysterious forces of grey-faced magic, she does indeed 'grow into it'.
Shooting up, the young woman staggers, gasping as her sports bra compresses around her chest unpleasantly. Her sweatpants are slightly more forgiving, though still uncomfortably snug. Thank fuck she hadn't been wearing shoes, but rather the slides she favored when puttering around the hangar.
"Jesus Christ!"
@springingfromnothing
" Thought I told you I'm done with the Bots /Prime/." How could a title hold so much Venom? Then again Springer is very large. Plenty of space to store it. Looking down at Optimus.
"I know- I know. I haven't asked you here for the Bots, Springer." If Springer is venomous, then Optimus is placid, blinking at Springer as he half turned away from him.
Gesturing at the hanger.
"Just a drink? It's been a long time, since I last saw you, and you came all this way.. I imagine it was taxing, even getting here."
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Send ➳ for your character to receive mine as a gift/spoil of war.
There had been no warning when the guards had come and dragged D-16 out of the mines. Pax was deeper in the tunnel, and hadn't seen; Elita-1 had, though, her optics wide and expression frozen. D-16 had held her gaze and hoped she somehow understood what he couldn't say:
Don't let him go looking for me.
As he was marched up and out, D-16 tried to think what anyone would want from him, or if there was anything he could be in trouble for. Nothing came to mind, and he didn't dare ask. Soon enough, they entered a garage off of a side street and dumped him in front of an enormous mech.
Send ☑️🤍 and my muse will tick what they usually would welcome if it came from your muse, with no warning.
@springingfromnothing | Springer —
☑️🤍
[ ☑️ ] leaning against the shoulder [ ] resting head on their shoulder [ ] holding hands [ ] holding hands in public [ ] walking with arms linked [ ☑️ ] cooking for him [ ] getting tickled [ ] getting startled with a simple 'boo!' [ ] getting pranked [ ] a cheek kiss [ ] a forehead/head kiss [ ] a hand kiss [ ☑️ ] a kiss on the lips [ ☑️ ] sharing a cygarette [ ☑️ ] receiving a helmbunt [ ☑️ ] giving him Baruumien Scrapes [ ] getting briefly hugged as a greeting [ ] getting a side-hug [ ] getting hugged [ ] getting hugged from behind [ ☑️ ] receiving a little kick to the pede/leg [ ☑️ ] intimate, possessive touches to his frame, especially in passing [ ] stroking / rubbing / massaging his winglets & down the line of his back [ ☑️ ] asked to hang out (preferably when the crew is powering down for the night) [ ] asked out for an overnight trip [ ] some reckless night driving on major interstate highways [ ☑️ ] your muse resting their head on my muse's lap [ ] your muse resting their feet on my muse's lap [ ] getting picked up and carried around princess style [ ] getting picked up and carried around like a sack of potatoes [ ] getting laid on a couch [ ☑️ ] interweaving E.M. fields [ ☑️ ] cuddling [ ☑️ ] napping together [ ] sharing the same berth [ ☑️ ] going on patrols together [ ☑️ ] testing out his weapon/defense prototypes with him [ ☑️ ] learning to pilot the Star Hammer [ ☑️ ] piloting the Star Hammer [ ☑️ ] being tauntingly insubordinate [ ☑️ ] being a lil' shit to him
A femmes low husky voice drifts through," I've got your usual delivery Sentinel. Where you want it?"
Whar appears is not the usual femme. It's coming out of Springers maw. Made apparent as she sets the crate on the nearest surface and gestures.
" Or are you plannin' another party soon?"
A double take, optics flitting over the Mean Green Arrogance Machine at the odd pitch of speech, watching her set the latest order down.
"You get a dud mod?" He asks, stepping up the the crate to lift the lid, and quite satisfied with the glimmering bottles winking back at him. Good, this apparent Primax Blade cocktail had been flying of the shelves at parties.
"I am, actually. Planning a sponsors night a few weeks ahead of the Iacon 5000"
