Jul 31, 2018
»I will be arriving shortly with your rations. Sit up like a pretty mecha and prepare to beg for me, yes?«
He just ignores the comm
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»I will be arriving shortly with your rations. Sit up like a pretty mecha and prepare to beg for me, yes?«
He just ignores the comm
@chaoticdeathbunny | cont.
»While normally I would point out that there is nothing you have that I want, a part of me has to hear this. What is it that you think you can offer me, Decepticon?«
[ i do believe you will be interested. it lines up with something that was brought to my attention--your desire to know where am i for capture. should you agree to my terms, i will give you a set of coordinates where we may meet. ]
( Don’t cut yourself on that edge, Torrent. )
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//Could you at least pretend to be sympathetic?//
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Nitro was a very… terrible lover when he took them. Not that he was terrible at love or other activities for that matter, but he just wasn’t the loyal type. He took on many lovers during his time as a politician and it was a well-known fact that he barely dodged quite a few scandals during that time.
"Do you love me?"
sentence starters.
The moment those words had left the guard’s vocalizer, Nitro felt the energon in his lines run cold and support cables tense unconsciously. The datapad that he had been holding dropped with a clatter to the desk in front of him, bright blue optics lift and focus on the mech currently standing in his office.
He was unable to find words, his processor running overtime and providing him logical explanations for why Torrent wanted to an answer to such a foolish question. Blackmail? A scandal? His door-wings lifted stiffly, a slight tremble that one might miss if they hadn’t known Nitro, and vents stutter as he tried to swallow a lump in his throat.
“Don’t be foolish, my little petro-rabbit,” he spoke when he could find his voice, a sense of forced humor to his tone. “I’m only using you for your body.”
Torrent would never betray him. Torrent was chaotic and dangerous, but he was good and also pure when one treated him right. Only if Nitro could squash that little bit of remaining doubt.