#trailbreaker

• His smile is kind of funny right now. A little uncomfortable. Maybe the new coveralls are a bit creepy to him? You suppose it would be like him wearing a onesie of a human. And yeah, that is a creepy mental image. Trying not to cringe, you force a smile. “I can change if you want me to. It’s a bit much, huh?” You say, because he’s still smiling weird.

• Change? “You look good in my colors,” he rumbles gruffly, shoulder lifting in a shrug and embarrassed. You’d look better in his berth, though. Looking away as he clears his vents, he rubs at the mesh of his neck. It’s an idle hunger that just keeps coming out of nowhere to blindside him. Curiosity is what he keeps telling himself when he wonders what’s under those coverings. If you’re soft all over.

• Flushing as you fidget with a sleeve, you force smile. “They’re good colors,” you manage. Realizing you’re flirting and unable to meet his visored optics as his lips part slightly before he crookedly smiles. ‘Yeah?’ He asks and it feels like being in high school again, trying to talk to a crush. Making you realize you do have a crush on the easy going bot.