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He reaches into the pocket of his vest, taking her hand-- placing a small item inside of it. A heart-shaped locket on a delicate chain, with beautiful etching on it- made of the very same sort of titanium that composed Static himself.

There’s a look of sheer peace and contentment on that tall bots face as he listens, and perhaps— that baritone voice might just harmonize with hers, but one couldn’t blame him since such a thing was in his nature.

There’s a crooked smile upon that sparky bots lips when given that thought, steam hissing up in a thick wisp from his vents.

There’s a fond smile upon Static’s lips as reaches, placing an extra flower upon that bonnet— an Easter Lily, as would be fitting.

“...I suppose that is a solution.”

“I’d hate to make Gears jealous...” That’s a lie. Steam plumes from his vents at the thought, dark lips shaped into a slight smirk. “But I can’t deny the appeal of such an idea.”