Bandages.
your muse walks in on mine in the bathtub. my muse is covered in wounds. send me “bandages” for my muses reaction to yours pulling them out of the tub and beginning to bandage their wounds.
♕☠— Windblade finding her with a dent or two wasn’t all that unnatural, but that was it. For that most part, Chromia had always managed to get herself cleaned up from her little brawls.
And, as always, she’d found herself down in a tub, cleaner eating at the energon dried to her frame while her systems made what repairs they could. That left her to, more or less, relax-- or relax to the best of her abilities.
So with her helm tilted back, one arm slung across the dented plating of her abdomen, Chromia had sat. She hadn’t expected anyone, not at that time of the night, unless they needed something from her.
And that something was usually a trivial request brought on by a certain king of jackass.
So, when those gentle servos curled around her frame and tugged her out of that tired, trance like state, she’d jolted, blue gaze instantly scrambling for the source as her spark clenched and her processor gave a loud danger.
“N ngh, let gO.” Her vocaliser manages to stutter out, sore arms shifting to give a claw at the servos on her frame. “Let go of me.”
