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“Pascal.” She reached for him with a wave of uncertainty, her delicate hand moving over the grove of his pauldron. Her spark quivered in her chamber, unsure and so very nauseous. But it had to be said. They had to have this conversation.
“We need to talk. A-and don’t be anxious. It’s not a bad thing. Necessarily.” Blue optics flickered to the side. “I think. I think it’s time to go home.”
"Neeeebulous~" Pascal stumbles in the other bot's direction and smiles when he see them. Someone is clearly very intoxicated, "Hoooow yooou doo-" The former knight trips on his own pedes as he tries to make his way over and lands snap dab on his faceplate.
Nebulous, currently working on their ship, quickly looks over when their name is called. Twitching their finials up straight, they raise their brows up at him, “Pascal? Wha-”
Seeing him take the fall Neb quickly runs over and kneels beside him, “Pascal! Goodness, are you alright?” Gently grabbing him, they flip him over onto his back and tilt their helm at him, “I do hope you didn’t bump your helm too hard..” Quickly wiping their servos on a towel to get the grease and oil off, Nebulous slowly reaches out and touches his face.
“I’m so sorry, I’m filthy. I’m sure this isn’t a sight you’d like to see.” They give a little chuckle and lick their thumb, using it to rub the specks of dirt off Pascal’s cheek.
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.: You wound me. We’re practically family. :.
(Touch Meme) Even though Pascal wants to touch like everyone else, he has learned from the past not to do that as some humans can be rather feisty so instead he's going to poke the area around this particular human causing a sort of mini draft and ruffling up his hair and messing up his clothes some. Enjoy that human.
Meme [x] | Touch my muse. | @militemnullum
What was that? That was the sound of the longest sigh to ever leave this man.
Children. These Cybertronians were all children it seems.
“Do you want something?”
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She got up as soon as the sun rose and began to make breakfast. Or try to. But she knew she was by no means a chef, and rather than risking burning his home down she slipped out the door to find a nearby cafe, returning swiftly before many other bots might have begun to roam the streets.
The hole where her eye once was still throbbed, but it was a duller pain compared to the initial injury and shock of it all. She’d be fine if she cleaned it. Her worry was with how much she must have traumatized her poor Pascal. So she decided to dedicate the day to trying to care for him, to being more attentive than she had been between work and now her injury.
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“...Can I ask you something?”
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“So-so.” She rubbed at her round blue eyes, the plating on her shoulders flexing. “Still a little bit sleepy, but that’s fine. This is more sleep than I tend to get when I’m working so it’s better than nothing.”
How many partners do you have? It seems like you're never single.
“What can I say? I just... Collect husbands. Though it’s not like I have that many.”
“There’s Osiris, Ironhide, Pascal, Megatron and Radar. But I would say Radar is more of a debatable option, he’s seen my valve enough times for me to consider him a partner at this point.”
“There are others, but I wouldn’t call them partners yet.”
