Jul 21, 2019
"On a scale of one to ten how gay are you-"
★ Thinking, thinking, “Maybe a 10.5?”
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"On a scale of one to ten how gay are you-"
★ Thinking, thinking, “Maybe a 10.5?”
"Waaaaarp."
★ “Spriiiings.”
the-wrecking-commander replied to your post: Springer glues fairy wings and a crown then books...
I DARE
You’re grounded.
Springer glues fairy wings and a crown then books it outta there*
This is how Springer attains a lifetime of misfortune and curdled energon.
Sees aid* Walks over and smooches helm, "I hope you're doing okay-"
First Aid purred softly at the kiss, clicking his mask off to return the affection to Springer's cheek. Having to stand on the tips of his pedes to reach up.
"I'm good! Great in fact," he grins big up at the taller mech, "and how's my sweetspark holding up?"
Hes just gonna yank Firstaid from the hall and press a kiss on the medics helm then walk away whistling. Hes a tease.
First Aid was walking down the hall during his shift, not really paying attention to where he was going as he read the info from his datapad, when he was suddenly pulled aside. Squeaking loudly as he tripped over his pedes, practically falling against Springer.
He barely had a moment to realise it was Springer before his helm was kissed, wheels spinning fast and cheeks heating up under his mask.
With wide bright optics, he watches as his lover begins to walk away. His field hot and flustered, taken off guard by all this. It takes a moment before his vocaliser restarts, stuttering as he calls out to him.
"I love you!"
a cheek kiss. >:3c
First Aid's wheels turn slowly, engine rumbling softly while he fiddled with his servos- slightly flustered. He shakes his helm and vents slowly, he had no idea why he was so flustered but he blamed it on his systems being a mess. Shrugging it off, he reached up. Standing on the tips of his pedes and gently pulling Springer down to kiss his cheek softly. Wheels now spinning faster.
The Wrecking Commander
Makeshift leaves his warehouse to go clean up. Taking a hose and washing himself off. Using a large clothe to scrub his armor. He was not expecting any visitors or comms today. This was one of his lazy days. On days like this he relaxes in his home and tries to make it more livable.