How many credits does it take to get yah to step on me? If I have to exist sick & with a stuffy nose for one more moment I'm gonna spontaneously combust😭
🔱|| War-hardened plating ruffles at the insinuation - confusion rife within the Wrecker’s circuitry as he twirls the request in his processor.
“Lemme’ get this straight…ya’ want me to squish you because your olfactory sensors are leakin’? Can’t say that’s really part of the Autobot MO, ‘Sport…You…errrr…doin’ ok though? Ya’ know…otherwise?”
After a few rapid turns of the head to check back over each shoulder, she nodded and took a deep breath that was just about as shaky as the rest of her.
"Yeah...yes I'm fi-" Looking up at the wrecker she realized how close she was. Barely sighting his chin over the top of his chest plate.
"Sorry, excuse me Wheeljack, I can't see you real well this close." She took a few paces backward to undo the front row in a movie theater like experience. Small hands with a few fresh scratches begin to fidget with the bleached brunette ponytail laying over her shoulder.
"Sorry again it's just..been a morning. I had finished what Ratchet asked me to do, it was a few things actually but uh anyway.." A nervous laugh escaped mid sentence; it was flustering to think of telling the seemingly fearless and bold wrecker why she was so upset.
"I uh saw a glow coming out of the windows in one of the storage rooms and I was curious so I got a ladder to get up and look in and well I haven't been here to long so I didn't know they had a Decepticon contained in there and I screamed then ran away once I got down the ladder but I also tripped and face planted so ah..yes other than that I am fine!" She smiled at him, hoping to smoothe the mood back over with a happy band-aid and subject change hopefully as slick as Wheeljacks swords.
"How are you?"

















