#punnymech

[notthefinish]

Grumbles that sound something like "good morning".

Put “Good Morning” in my inbox for my muse’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no memory of the night before

Wow was he warm, a little awkwardly placed but oddly comfortable. Kind of like when Breakdown used to crawl into his berth randomly at night. Tightly tucked in he couldn't so much see who it was but it was clear enough that it was Darksteel, still dozing. The red mech looked to make sure it was just them, then snuggled in closely an went back to sleep.

He'd figure out exactly how he got there later. 

[predatoryking]

punnymech: Keeping his wings tucked into his side and helm low, Darksteel approached Predaking with caution, gently clicking his beak to his King. He wanted to help, if he was allowed, hunching his shoulders as he came near.

He'll allow that. If only just.

He might shift. Just a little. And only because the pressure on the damaged armor plates is less when they're exposed. 

Definitely not because he wants assistance. Nu-uh, nope.

[notthefinish]

IS GOOD AT GIVING THE GORGEOUS RED MECH ATTENTION. So, attention shall be given. Have an overly large Predacon nipping at your heals and pushing his frame against you, trying to get you to nest with him.

*Pets the Predacon*

"Hey there! What is it? Do you want me to go somewhere?" 

*Rests a servo on his shoulder.

"I'm not busy anyway, lead the way."

[predatoryking]

Predaking was bleeding! That wasn't good! Darksteel gave a small whine as he wanted to help, approaching his King with caution. A stuck beast could be hostile, and he knew this well.

He would repair himself. Company was neither required nor particularly welcome.

But he'd never chase Pack away.

[predatoryking]

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Three Brothers - Mark Mancina

[predatoryking]

Darksteel's kind of curious. He'll stumble-approach you from the front so you know he's coming. Reaching up, he'll touch at your faceplates before sticking s thumb into your mouth and opening it up. He rather likes your scraggly non-straight denta. Moving two thumbs around now, he'll feel at the denta for a moment in child-like curiosity. Provided that he hadn't yet been pushed away or murdered, he will pull his digits out before giving you a quick kiss to the mouth. He may be overcharged.

He's a little annoyed and not entirely certain what to make of this, but he'll tolerate it from a Packmate.

For now.

[punnymech-blog-blog]

Rp: SURPRISE! Predacon!

Jumping a little himself as he stood there in the doorway, the large Predacon watched Knock Out carefully, curiously scrutinizing his place in this large room. Giving a growl of interest, the large beast shifted forward, his neck elongating in an attempt to smell the crimson mech a little better.

[notthefinish]

Knock Out scooted back , unsure of the beast. "Uhhh hello? Don't eat me..." Now Knock Out knew Predaking was no bot muncher, but had very little experience with the other predacons. Darksteel, he thinks that is what this one is called, had a sharp beak and looked like he could damage the red mech easily.

"A-are you injured? Why are you here?" Then the mech thought for a moment. "You can't possible answering the fliers I put up can you?" Knock Outs medic training kicked in and he gave the , large mech, a quick scan, he didn't seem injured.

"Darksteel right...?"

[notthefinish]

Something drew Darksteel to this place, some familiar scent he couldn't place sparked up something within him. It made the beast curious, padding into the medical bay.

Knock Out was busily cleaning tools when he heard someone enter the medbay, expecting a more familiar mech, instead he is greeted with a large predacon. The poor starteld mech near jumps out of his plataing.

"Bwaaha! Where did you come from!?"