#questionnaire; asks

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"Silver, I just ordered some new drink ingredients and such. You wanna see?" Spigot is internally screaming in his anxiety. "Maybe we could...go on a little picnic or something?"

“A picnic? Well, isn’t that domestic. I suppose I wouldn’t mind, I could use a little relaxation-- especially if you’re offering free drinks.”

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"But what if I asked you to come celebrate Halloween with me?" There's a tiny lip wiggle.

...I suppose I could... indulge. I trust your understanding of my taste.

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The kiss was sudden and rushed, the smaller mecha easily scooped up and clutched close without warning. Soft, persistent lips pressed to Silverprism's, the frame very familiar with it's red and white paintjob and ridiculously huge shoulders. The kiss faded off, instead of breaking, slowly moving away to let their lips part, but only a little. "...You taste as good as you look, prisma~"

A muffled exclamation of surprise leaves his vocalizer, hands hovering in the air in uncertainty before settling on Plasma’s arms. A burst of hot steam escapes his vents, his faceplates slack with shock as Plasma finally pulls away. Dully, he reaches up and touches his lips as they tingle from the unfamiliar contact.

“I-- you--” he doesn’t know what to say. “Uh...”

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“You know, that finish of yours is pretty distracting.” (( Arcee-decee ))

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“Thank you, I am plenty aware.” He shifts purposefully, his plating catching the light just-so, sending a dazzling burst of colors dancing down his frame. Silver smiles in knowing and crosses his legs, every calculated motion creating a rainbow on his finish.

“I could say the same for you, Autobot.” That particular shade of pink is almost uncomfortably close to energon.

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"What if I pee on you?"

What if I shot you in the skull? What if you didn’t approach me with such absolutely inane, disgusting, and frankly inappropriate questions?

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[face], [build]

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[face]: heart-shaped, with a small, pointed nose. his features are small, yet sharp, cheeks high and regal and chin always held high.

[build]: slight and small, body sleek and streamlined-- the customary mark of a speedster, and just as delicate, sacrificing speed for strength and durability.

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✘,♒

✘Have they ever committed a murder?

Multiple ones-- and with very little guilt too. When you operate in lawless space, there’s little room for regrets. He does what he has to do-- and if that involves shooting some unsuspecting victim for a bounty, well, life’s tough like that.

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go?

Gracefully. He wants to be remembered the way he is now-- stunning, powerful, as beautiful in death as he is in life.

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✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic?

Absolutely not. Silverprism hardly trusts anything beyond his own abilities and things he is already familiar and comfortable with. His self-preservation instincts are far too strong.