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♪♫ || “And here I had heard rumors that you were DEAD.”
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♪♫ || “And here I had heard rumors that you were DEAD.”
A twitch races over Trepan's frame, but he does his best to not look as pitiful as he felt at the moment. "... You wouldn't happen to have a place I could stay, would you?"
Prowl stared at the pitiful mech standing at his front door, barely shielded from the acid rain by the eave of his porch. He shuttered his optics before... “I didn’t expect you to come to me for assistance,” he finally sighed, stepping back to let the mnemosurgeon in. “I expected Tu - Chromedome to rate higher than me. What happened?”
”I’m not going to lie… I am disappointed.”
Killmaster looked confused for a moment, glancing down at the minuscule mecha. Hardly even a mecha; he was more like a twig.
“Did you just say that? ‘I’m not going to lie.’ You. Said that.”
Never was there a more ironic moment than this.
✿ for a sweet kiss on the cheek.
Most people didn’t like mnemosurgeons or were scared of him. Not Prowl. He dated a mnemo, once. He knew what those needles were capable of.
When the mech’s lips descended upon his cheek, he didn’t flinch. “Why?” he asked instead. “Why do this?”
The mnemosurgeon's going to press his own frame against Deadlock's own, inviting himself into the con's lap. Of course, Trepan hardly comes without his fair share of compensation for his living chair, as a cube of smooth high grade is pushed into Deadlock's servos. "Evening."
The bar was as shady as they came, energon tasted more like a ship fuel stolen straight from the warm tank. But he kept drinking until a rather familiar mech appeared leaning against his side.“I’ve told you not to pester me.” Deadlock snarled, but accepted the gift. His servo curled over the given glass of highgrade that smelled like everything but the drinks offered around. “You shouldn’t be here.”
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Black Shadow glared at the smaller mecha and gave a growl, “Can I help you?”
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