Jan 27, 2017
A slight helm-tilt, too many optics flickering independently of each other to size up her frame in just an instant, then a narrow servo reaches out and lightly caresses one pointed cheek-fin, albeit cautiously in case it earns him an attempt at a bite. They're too tempting to resist, not when he has something like permission.
@gravescratch
“...What are- oh.” She stiffens up, stocky little body tense and wheels preemptively starting to spin before they stop, and...the caress is apparently accepted. The cheekguards are nothing special, just designed to protect her faceplates during an impact, to frame her jaw to look interesting, but they’re seldom touched. It feels a little weird. Okay, that’s kind of nice. Leaning her helm into the touch.
