#springingfromnothing

[ask-smokescreen]

" Lookin' at somethin' in particular mech?"

"I might be, who's asking~?"

Act aside, he is openly admiring Springer. Wreckers are always so cool!

[lord-overlips]

Overlord is gonna get his jaw gripped and turned. Just so Springer can lay one firm kiss on his lips. He missed his puppy.

He’s startled at first, recognising the handsome bot a moment later and relaxing in to the touch, pleased rumble coursing through his frame as he returns the kiss eagerly, biting and nipping just a tad. Arms wrap around Springer and draw him in close.

[red-in-revolt]

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel."

Redstrike chuckles and leans his head back to look up at Springer from his lap,, sticking out his forked glossa before he wrinkles his nose and snickers. "That's just a part of it. I also like you because you have a truly fantastic aft."

[seacrestseacon]

@springingfromnothing replied

" You're gonna get your aft beat flap flap."

"Dunno why.

Just commented that vehicles are warmer than submersibles" He chirps ever so innocently. Not his fault Kuplinks connected dots wrong

[bubblegum-n-warpaint]

" Bulkhead. You uh. Mind if I stick with you this night cycle?"

Pausing in his organization of art supplies (his scrap metal pile), the olive Wrecker responds with a cheery, 《Frag yeah, I'd love the company.》

Miko was off to 'disrupt the capitalist-centric oligarch celebrations with a hot blonde' - her words, not his - so his evening was fixing to be a quiet one.

《Likely gunna be pretty lively at the hangar, the humans here go pretty big with this holiday. You prefer the Xan, or find our own spot?》

[entice-and-artuate]

@springingfromnothing replied: " Naja people see me and run for the hills."

"Only because you are so large, Springer. It unsettles the insecure."

Naja reaches up, hoping he will indulge her in bringing himself lower so she might reach his face.

[apollytus]

@springingfromnothing  —  cont.

he grumbles.     "  how did you know it was me?  "     drift laments quietly,  fiddling with his claws as his finials lower & he exvents roughly around a mouthful of steam.     "  i ... i was just trying to  tie  up  loose  ends.     nothing more.  "

[polyhexianchicken]

@springingfromnothing

He's been looking forward to this shore leave for god knows how long. To finally stretch his rotors and fly in a less cramped space, to get some time away from all the mechs he deems idiots on the Lost Light. Whirl can go without flying for a good while now, but eventually he does get antsy.

So only after he spent four hours zipping through the sky at full throttle until his energy levels where nigh close to running on fumes, did he actually land and explore the area on foot. Whirl wasn't picky at this point, he just wanted a bar that served high grade engex and he'd be happy, which he eventually did find.

He bullied his way through the crowds and found himself a nice booth overlooking the floor below, and since the area was nice and wide, he could send out his sonar.

The Empurata procedure left him with a less than ideal depth perception, so Whirl got himself a mod to help that, a module that let's him send out sonic waves and get a sonar map view of the are surrounding him, soft clicks eminating from Whirl the only tell-tale he was scanning the area. Familiar places he didn't have to anymore, since he saved those views to his processor, but new places he does it continiously in. It gave him a rough estimate of who and what was surrounding him-

Whirl's helm jerks up as a familiar shape comes up in his view, surprise jolting him awake more than the energon did. He knew that shape all too well.

Springer.

"Frag.." Whirl cursed under his vent. It's been eons since he last saw him, and it certainly wasn't under good conditions. Best he pretends he's pre-occupied with his drinks, who knows if the green mech still had a grudge on Whirl for trying to kill him that one time.