Aug 2, 2017
@itsahaiku
The short one had been gone for some time...
After several moments of silently watching the samurai from afar, Slug huffs and hauls his massive frame up to stand, shaking free the dirt of a few hours worth of lounging in the sun before ambling up behind the distracted mech. He means to greet him in his usual way of a nudge and a chuff, genuinely glad to see one of his more tolerable allies about, but...
Slug freezes as something invades his vents, and he snorts, thrashing his head, disgusted. He no longer smells of his usual self. He smells like wax and polish, and... and a human.
He roughly nudges Drift’s back with his muzzle, vents huffing loudly. Where have you been?!
