[Curl + lips]
"Hey, there you are Oldtimer." Trailcutter steps over to the older green mech, whose helm is sunk low, shoulders hunched. As hard and tough as old Kuppers could be, the Oldtimer was sometimes melancholic and lost in thoughts of things long gone by.
They had many an instance when the positions were changed, where he himself stood where old Kuppers now stood, and the old veteran came upon him to get him out of his funk again.
"Don't you think you stood here long enough? I want you to come back inside with me, Kuppers. We can go over to Swerves to get some drinks, or just sit somewhere and watch a movie or something." Trailcutter rumbles softly, stepping right in front of the green mech, who doesn't even acknowledge his presence.
Thinking for a few more seconds, Trailcutter reaches over, his digits curling under the green mechs chin, his thumb resting on Kups cheek. Its a gentle reminder that he is here with Kup, show that he cares.
But there is only a soft shutter of the green frame, a sign of life. But its not enough to make Trailcutter come out of his worry for Kuppers.
"Hey, Oldtimer. Lets go." he mumbles, leaning down while tilting Kups face upwards, pressing his own lips warmly and firm on the veterans lips. Its a soft contact, caring and chaste.
And its hopefully enough to get the green mech to go back with him.
