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@alpha113nredshirteradicon continued from xXx

Not angry, good, he didn't do well with angry. Made him want to punch them more. Confused with a set of laughter, he'd take that. Made the carrying easier, as he hoisted him up and walked towards his destination. Surprisingly light, easy to throw if he acted out further than the small sways of his pedes.

"I need your help with a few things. They said I could pick one of you around the nemesis, so congrats, you're the winner." Repose explained.

They reached his quarters mere moments later, and he didn't hesitate to carry the con inside, with the door automatically closing behind them. "There we go." A playful pat to the eradicon's aft before he lifted him off his shoulder and placed him back down on the floor. "Name's Repose, by the way, and you are?" Did these things even have names? He remembered some mech calling one of them by a name before.

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@dollofiacon continued from xXx

An oddity. Slim, red optics, spindly digits, tendrils and capable of speech. Repose couldn't help but observe the bot in return, from pede to helm, until his optics locked with hers. Pretty, in an eerie way. "If you go towards the south, you will find a small decepticon base. I don't recommend going that way, they tend to attack before checking your identity." He warned and then pointed towards the west. "I came from there, from that tall building. It's abandoned, since the structure is old." He explained.

He shifted his optics over the meadow, and then back towards her. "This is a safe area, of what I've seen. No owner, no humans, most likely belonged to farmers in the past. So you will be safe around here, without attracting the locals attention." He paused and lifted his servo to his chin plate in a thoughtful manner.

"What were you doing here in the open anyway? I doubt the grass works well as sustenance. It'd make a nice berth though." Repose questioned, with the ever present 'friendly' smile on his derma, while his sniper rifle rested along his back plates.

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Cheetor is tilting his head at Repose. Optics shining with curiosity.

Repose mimicked the beastformer's actions and tilted his helm as a smile spread upon his derma. "Well, ain't you a cute one." He praised and brushed his digits over the sniper rifle rested over his lap. "If it's fuel you're looking for, I unfortunately have non to share." He paused and glanced over his feline frame.

"Unless a predator like yourself enjoys the taste of a mech's life fuel. That I have."

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"I must unfortunately inform you, the mun has lost her mind and is currently pouncing off the walls waiting on her new box of technology. Plus might be leaving later to see her relatives for the weekend, if she manages to unlatch herself from said new box of goods." Repose ex-vented, watching the chaos unfold before him.

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Headcanon Generator

"What the-- No, I don't need any. I get plenty of hugs as it is!"

"Yes, I most certainly will." Moonstone beamed and soon there's Darkfang screaming in the distance due to the overwhelming amount of hugs Moonstone proceeded to give him.

"What's roblox?" Yes, Repose would do it for entertainment.

Azurite glanced at his lack of pedes. "What steps?" Yes, he takes tiny steps when he has his land mode pedes on.

If you count stealing beastformers for his experiments, yes, that is correct.

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“ o-oh, by solus' forge, i should've uhm... knocked. ” ⠀ ͟*͟ ⠀ lightbright at repose ( @deepin-cosmcbodies )

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Reactions delayed, his processors focused on the ache between his thighs. He didn't notice the door opening, until he heard a voice. A familiar voice, soft and sweet, that made his spoilers shudder by his back, and digits squeezed tighter around his spike. Scrap-- that felt good, in the edge of pleasure and pain.

"Ahh... Don't worry about it." Repose spoke, his voice carrying a guttural edge to it due to the charged up state his pressurized spike caused him, along with his recent overload. The evidence laid between his thighs, spread apart at the edge of the chair.

"You're not the first one who saw it this cycle, Lightbright, I'm not bothered." Repose added, remembering his exposed walk to his quarters and the flustered looks on mech's faces.

"I seem to, Hahh, have caught a virus, is all." He stared down at the taunting spike within the palm of his servo.

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My  muse  absentmindedly  plays  with  your  muse’s  fingers  while  they  talk,  not  even  realizing  they’re  doing  it.⠀ ͟*͟ ⠀ lightbright + respose ᜵ whichever tf muse you want to use

Romantic prompts

Peaceful times never meant full safety. Another war-crazed mech decided to bomb a building, luckily the casualties were at a minimum. Bots homes though? Complete gone or in need of big repairs. Repose, fully capable of driving himself to a new place, decided not to strain his jostled circuits and stuffed himself in a small ship with a couple of others.

This included the pretty femme before him, their pedes nearly pressed together due to the thin seated corridor. Faceplates face to face, with Repose slightly leaned forward with her servo within his own. Perhaps the tiredness got to him, to not want to release it, with his clawed digits lightly brushing over each joint and dragged over the tips.

"I've never spoken to a camien before." He softly spoke with a smile spread upon his derma. His sniper rifle rested over his lap, due to his need to keep it close. "We may have not met in the best circumstances, but I'm glad to have gotten a chance to speak to you." A reason to converse with her, to see her blue optics so close, to feel her smaller digits within his own...

Guess getting his temporary quarters blown up didn't inconvenience him that much.

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@coetusmachina replied: "Oh, poor sweet Repose.. you need some help? Heard something about rubbing your hips or removing them?" Polaris giggles as she stands next to his berth, arms crossed and wings fluttering.

There's a small groan as he extends a servo towards Polaris to tug her closer to him. "A grey bot cursed me, by making the furniture attack me whenever I move." He admitted and glanced upon his hip plates.

"You're free to rip them right off me or even tie me to the berth so I can't harm myself further." He gave a small purr of his engines.