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NAME: Lysk (Dear) NOTIFICATIONS: Allowed through Do Not Disturb. PICTURE:
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [I am coming over.] LAST TEXT SENT: [Can you please pick up aged energon on your way? Sweet sparkling.]
Admittedly a bit tempted to try one of your smaller stalks in a tea. Only a little bit, mind you.
"One of my—" He splutters, horrified. "Do not eat me. Or drink me. Any part of me, thank you."
@tacticturn replied. TC vc: Guess we'll have to be fighting off his fans for a scrap of his attention huh...
"Oh, don't be silly." He bumps his helm against Thundercracker's shoulder affectionately. "Spending time with you makes him very happy. I can tell."
Perceptor laughs softly at that, the ridiculousness of Lysk's statement. Then, he mutters low enough just for him to hear, "I would say the same but we both know the truth of that." A wry smile at his lips, a joke just between them.
He groans dramatically, hiding his face against his partner's shoulder plating. "Never mind the risk of exile. If my secret should be revealed to the rest of the crew, I worry the worm jokes might drive me insane," he grumbles. "Captain Rodimus would have a field day."
"Oh... well..." If he feels has face heat at the compliment, then that's for him to know. He rests a hand on Lysk's own. "Here I thought it was my charisma you were most attracted to."
"Hmh. It is. I am." He's silent for a long moment, idly twining his fingers through Perceptor's own, before he stifles a laugh. "I would still care for you if you were a worm."
@rifleseye replied. "I'm not even doing anything particularly different."
"You do not need to try, in case you hadn't noticed." He loosely wraps his arms around his partner from behind, careful to avoid his scope as he rests his chin on his shoulder. "You are a very attractive mech."
"Ah, I see Perceptor is beset with admirers again."
"Hm."
He is pointedly not acknowledging this new development in the situation.
@stinglikeame replied. Peer pressure. You should try holding him!
The tips of his data-cables curl up. "I, ah—I think I will pass. What a bizarre idea."
@rifleseye replied. Proving a point.
"Mmh. Dare I ask?"
"Why is my par—colleague small?"
Lysk perks up with all the intensity of a turbofox that has caught scent of its prey. "Scraplets? Where?"
The feline tilted his head one way, and then the other, mulling over the fact.
"...Sounds.. cool."
Alright, maybe fungus aren't so bad.
"Of course it is 'cool'. I have dedicated my entire life to the study of species just like it," he says, quite self-assured. "Would you like to see some recordings of the phenomenon? They are beautifully macabre."
@goodkiitty replied. Name one cool thing about those things.
"Did you know that the Mourning Shroud is the only recorded species of Cybertronian fungus that grows from corpses? It proliferated on battlefields during the War, choking out whatever weakened ecosystems remained."
Oh, woe is he—nobody ever wants to look at a cool mushroom with him.
He has never has an interest in mycology, and it won't start now.
Leave him be, @lateraceps .
Have a fungus.