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⠀ 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 lemons./ limes.
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He nodded approvingly. As long as Bloodwing understood that he would absolutely go after him if he hurt or upset his cardling, then he would allow the medic to continue. For now.
"I'm glad we are at an understanding. She is my everything, and I will not have her even upset if it can be helped."
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⠀ ' are you doubtful of my skills, * flame nova .ᐣ i've been her primary care doctor for as long as you've had her . i'm sure you know as well as i that these threats are not professional at all . '
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⠀ ( he'll speak just a bit of his mind . just a bit . the confidence is wavering in his tone as he finishes his last sentence . he won't threaten to stop being her doctor . . . but it has crossed his mind . )
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The Bot's politeness brought a sense of delight in the Snake. He loved to see one with manners, even if Darkfang himself lacked them unless he's committed to a role to trick someone.
"I'll make sure you're well taken care of." Darkfang purred and walked up the ramp that lowered a second earlier. With a clawed servo, he motioned the bot to follow.
Once inside, the ramp closed behind them, as the Snake gracefully walked deeper into the ship. From first glance, the ship came out as neat, every object neatly placed on their correct spots and with small accessories here and there.
Luckily his weapon collection resided in another room, locked away from prying optics.
"You can sit here, while I gather up the bottles and cubes.~ And, let us not forget the snacks." He motioned to a seat next to a small round table, with another seat on the other side of it, before placing two empty cubes on it, and two empty cocktail glasses next to them.
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⠀ ( bloodwing makes no comment regarding his surroundings . keeping his gaze upon the other mech that guided him until he is being instructed to sit himself . hm . * cubes .ᐣ he wondered what this source of fuel could look like within a cube . was it sort of like a generator or giant battery .ᐣ when the time comes, he will see . )
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⠀ ( he is moving with the same elegance even when eyes were off of him . moving to sit cross legged within that seat closer to the round table . and his cane is still stubbornly within his grip as he's humming and finally glancing around to take in his surroundings . what a spacious home . )
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kisses from musclehyde for any of your muses !
send me ‘ kisses ‘ and i’ll generate a number for how / where my muse kisses yours
a deep, passionate kiss on the lips
He just can't stop himself and grabs the gentle giant bot by the horns. Pulling him in for firm press of their faceplates. Blastrain giving Musclehyde a warm electral "kiss" before pulling away just as quickly
"O-oh! I-I can't believe I just let myself do THAT-!"
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⠀ ( horns snap up as he's being released . what was that .ᐣ .ᐟ it was not unpleasant . . . but it certainly was unexpected . his yellow optics can't help but shift into a more pinkish hue as he's blushing . a servo comes up as he's grunting . )
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⠀ ' were you curious about my horns to do that .ᐣ . . . or did you want to get closer for a * different reason .ᐣ '
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send me ‘ kisses ‘ and i’ll generate a number for how / where my muse kisses yours
add ‘reverse’ to the ask for the positions to be reversed
1. a kiss to the palm
2. a peck on the lips
3. a sad kiss goodbye
4. a peck on the cheek
5. a kiss on an old scar
6. a kiss to the knuckles
7. a kiss to the forehead
8. a kiss on a healing bruise
9. an excited kiss as a reunion
10. a kiss to the top of the head
11. a kiss on a bandaged wound
12. a stolen kiss somewhere public
13. a sleepy kiss in the early morning
14. a deep, passionate kiss on the lips
15. a kiss goodnight after a date gone well
16. a desperate kiss to your wounded muse
17. and awkward kiss after a date gone wrong
18. a lot of laughing, little kisses across the face
19. a kiss on the shoulder while hugging from behind
20. a gentle kiss while slow-dancing together in the dark
That didn't really answer his question, but the jet just lets it go and nods his head. Obviously he just wasn't getting.
"I suppose you're right, Bloodwing. I'll have more faith in what you say, you're the medic after all."
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⠀ ( bloodwing could not help but let out an ex - vent himself . siiigh . he wanted cielo to understand . . . but it seems like both of their knowledge regarding the subject were quite far off from each other level wise . )
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⠀ ( a subject change is to be enacted .ᐟ )
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⠀ ' though, i do hope you hold no hard feelings . i have seen the errors within my ways, i admit i was in the * wrong . '
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⠀ ( bending at the waist, bloodwing offers a bow as he continues to use that cane for support . )
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Cielo would tilt his helm at that, looking at Bloodwing curiously.
".....and how would you be able to stop it if someone tried...?"
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⠀ ' cielo, did you forget .ᐣ my analyzations are not simply surface level work . '
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⠀ ( a wag of his claw . do not mistake him for some amateur now . )
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⠀ ' i know my field of work quite well . and it would be even more appreciated if you were to not doubt my skills . '
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A long time? Then what made him want to wear them again, if he hadn't put them on since the times of Machina? A soft ex-vent poured out from the Racer in thought, as optics trailed over the rings. How they connected, and over the color. Well taken care of pair, they reminded him of humans with their habit to wear jewelry on the sides of their heads.
"Why is that? Do they get in the way somehow?" Questions of curiosity as his servo raised the slightest so the rings pressed their weight upon his long digits. Not too heavy, so that must not the be reason for not to wear them.
"I think they fit you." He added.
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⠀ ' you can say that . . . '
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⠀ ( rubbing the side of his neck . mindful of the flash vector sized back pack hanging onto him on his back . his helm is tilting ever so slightly . )
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⠀ ' i usually wear these ones for important interviews . making myself pretty for guests you can say . '
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⠀ ( pointing to the very shimmery and bedazzled rings . they had one tiny gem each . so two gems in total . )
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⠀ ' but . . . for once . i want to be pretty for someone other than a client . '
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⠀ ( now don't say they fit him .ᐟ that's going to make him blush .ᐟ )
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⠀ ' awh shucks, you don't really think so -- do you .ᐣ '
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I genuinely hate doing this, and it really feels like its all I've ever been doing recently, but I really don't know what else to do at the moment and I'm honestly terrified. I was not prepared for this situation in the slightest.
I'm in desperate need of help. A whole lot is due to be paid, but my primary concern is rent, being at $1,095. Everything else I can easily pay for at a later date without too much concern.
The explanation is long, so I'll type it out under the Read More, but I could use all the help I can get to raise this in such short notice.
Paypal, Chime, Venmo, Cashapp.. Anything is appreciated.
⠀ if there's a next life . . . i'd like to be born as a ⠀⠀ r̲o̲c̲k̲ . a nice, emotionless ⠀⠀r̲o̲c̲k̲ .
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That gets him to pause. If he was... Just Heavy Iron? That... Wasn't something that normally happened. And it really had the little outlaw perplexed.
And lowering his guard.
After a moment, Wild Guardy huffed and uncrossed his arms, watching the Star Guardian cover his emblem. "There's no need for that." He grumbled as he stepped away from the ledge. "I'll talk."
He looked down at his clenched servo, before shaking his helm. "What do you want to know? And don't expect an answer for everything." He warned. He really didn't know why he was allowing this to happen instead of just driving off or fighting. Maybe he just... Didn't want to be alone today.
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⠀ ' well . . . '
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⠀ ( that certainly caught heavy iron off guard . and he was the one begging for a chance .ᐟ and here it was .ᐟ quick to compose himself as his arms are snapping to his sides . but he cannot help the way his tone is more awkward than confident . . . )
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⠀ ' first things first . what made you want * this life .ᐣ . '
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⠀ ( questions heavy iron with a curious look . he would get comfortable, but he already knows they didn't have that type of relationship to allow such . )
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'Neither am I.' What Starscream meant to say was that he was a jet, so naturally he will be the best flyer out of the pair. 'Jets don't race.' They were performers if they followed that lifestyle.
Looking Bloodwing over, Starscream tilted his helm and brought a servo to his face in thought.
'Impressive. Did you chose this for yourself or was it written into your code?'
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⠀ ' a little bit of both, actually . both choosing this life, and having it within my code . '
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⠀ ( he was a regular ambulance at one point within his life . but . . . after getting his wild features, he finds himself able to fly . )
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⠀ ( after he spoke, he's transforming -- now wielding a cane . the blunt end lands onto the ground with a soft thud as the top is being held onto by a white claw . )
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Fleta Z reassuringly patted Mega Trucker's back plates. "I won't leave you alone, Mega Trucker." An added verbal assurance.
Teamwork, a new concept for the bird to get used to, but Jun and the rest had proven the positives of it.
They'd surely survive through the dilemma, even with... right, not only are humans and bots a danger, there's also wandering animals.
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⠀ ( another pat has his engines rumbling pleasantly . his optics shut to portray a smile as he nods in response . along with the words that poured out of his vocalizer . )
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⠀ ' you better not .ᐟ '
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"........."
"You explaining it further like that doesn't exactly make me feel better."
He grumbles, before sighing softly.
"If you could get into my processor, someone else could too..."
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⠀ ( the end of his cane taps against cielo's pede . now, now . he's shaking his helm in response . )
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⠀ ' you do understand that i would not let that happen . yes .ᐣ '
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"I'll take your word for it, lil bot.~" Darkfang tilted his helm at the manifested cane, wondering if the bot ever used it to bonk some mech on the helm. Heh, funny.
"Then let's go, and get ourselves some drinks, eh?" An edge of excitement carried upon his words as he spun around and started to walk to the direction of his ship.
After a good ten minutes walk, the Snake arrived by a small open field near a forest and paused to stare at the open space. "Ah, good, no incidents." A thought outloud to himself before a panel opened up on his wrist and with a few press of digits, a black and golden ship came into view from nothing.
"Welcome to my humble little home.~" More like a space he committed all his crimes in, but luckily the snake knew how to clean and keep things neat inside.
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⠀ ( bloodwing follows the other mech without haste . his steps are taken leisurely and with the help of that cane thumping against the ground . then the ship comes into view, causing him to hum at the sight of it . so something similar like shadow x or flash vector, is it . )
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⠀ ' then i'll be in your care . '
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⠀ ( he bends at the hip ever so slightly . a bow with his cane keeping himself upright . )
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( ✧ ― @lemonspens ― ✧ )
( bloodwing is glancing over at the same bat themed mech . an understanding look passes through his gaze before he's returning his look elsewhere . the only difference being their coloring regarding their frames and optics . )
' and i can presume you have the designation * bloodwing ? '
He had been glancing down at his claws, humming low as he checked to make sure they were still well maintained when he heard a very familiar voice speak up. With a more curious hum, he looked up and turned to the bot who spoke to him, chuckling when he noticed just how similar they were.
"Your presumption would be correct." His optics smiled, and he brought his cane to rest on front of him, both servos resting layered on the head of it, "And might I presume that you hold the same designation?"
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⠀ ' correct . '
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⠀ ( claws tap at the cane he adorns . his sharp digit continues to do so mindlessly as he looks on forward . )
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- I'm back with some sketches and AU.