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Much better... He could at least keep her gaze without the fear of overloading the pistons in his neck.
He took one step closer to this familiar predacon. His small, strong hand resting on her bicep.
He was close now.. So much closer.
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Oh god, that's disgusting . . .
Primus below -—— what the hell happened to your face!
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This time together had softened him to her primal and ... non—normalness. It was hard to imagine a time when he was genuinely unnerved by her. Where he basically saw her as a beast.
That said so much more about him than anyone else ... 💧
Now he's close .. His lips barely an inch from hers.
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❪ Yowch ❫ ..
Hey, don't take it out on me!
What'd .. Drift finally take a sword to that ego of yours?
Resting his helm on @aeroblight.bsky.social's shoulder .. Don't mind him.
𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛. He's more alert this time around. CCCCRUNCHING the empty can in his hand, the smaller mech meets her stare, standing on the tips of his treads.
He's a little grumpy.
