Mar 30, 2022
Don’t mind him quietly lazing in a berth somewhere. His tendency to nest extends to his berth as well, a luxurious thing that a mech or femme can get lost into. He’s sans armor, letting his protoform breathe again with his visor up. The look on his faceplates is one of extreme contentment, optics slitted in pleasure and claws kneading the blankets.
His field, however, is one of open interest- and a certain amount of charge that crackles across his seams.
