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[contagious-assassin-blog]

“Just admit that was extra…”

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                The shoulder mounted rocket launchers folded back into place, now hidden from the world around him even though they still smoked from use. Crimson optics swirled around and came to focus on the rotor-frame, curious but also amused by the comment.

               “There is no extra when it comes to murdering Autobots in cold blood,” he clicked lowly, helm held high as he stepped around--near feline like in grace and movement--and approached with purpose. He motioned to the battered corpse not far off, “feel free to take what you want--scouts never carry anything worthwhile.”

[hedonisticmedic]

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【☤】—「At some point during ‘drinking with the enemy’ there had been a bit too much drink, and the Decepticon--a DECEPTICON, of all things--had leaned close and mumbled something. Or at least, Pharma thought he mumbled something, but it was difficult to focus through alcohol induced mental fog and the way the light shone on sharp edges of Spinister’s figure.

Which had embarrassing led to the overcharged medijet lifting his servos and placing them on either side of the mech’s helm, clutching the sharp designs and using them to clumsily pull him in for a kiss. It would have been a brilliant idea all together, had Spinister not had a battle mask that split Pharma’s lip.」