Alert, alert, the defenses are falling. Air Man’s core has been breached. Repeat, Air Man’s core has been breached. He simply can’t take it any more, and connecting his optics to the shell’s input system once more he lifts his arms and enfolds his little brother in a hug, soft keens escaping his chassis.
"Don’t - don’t cry, don’t cry!"
You win, Heat. Try not to gloat too much?
As soon as Air Man gave him hugs and succumbed to his cutes, Heat Man immediately stopped and grinned. With a giggle, he hugs his big brother back. He has won. He has earned victory.
"Hehe!" Heat Man smushes his face against Air Man. "Lost my power over you, huh?"
"Alright, not lost," Air amends, cuddling the tiny DWN and sighing reluctantly. "Weakened, however. You have to admit I resisted longer than I have in the past." Only because he cheated, and even then he still failed, but... eh. He'll take his victories where he can claim them.
Now, what is he supposed to do about a squishy little face smushed up against his viewscreen-optics?













