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This time together had softened him to her primal and ... nonβnormalness. 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 ... π§
Now he's close .. His lips barely an inch from hers.
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Her optics cycle for a minute - confused. Suspicious. The chatterbox she knew being /eerily/ silent put her back on edge.
She doesn't move away when he rests a hand on her arm, audials pinning backwards. She speaks, although it's broken and /confused/ in tone.
" wwwhat. "
FINAL PREDACON.
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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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. .. Eugh. Aeroblight rolls her optics, tail loosening as she slowly sinks and drops from her spot to sit on the ground. There's a quiet grumble as she looks at the smaller autobot- questioning.
She raises a claw, a questioning click of static the best she can do in asking 'What THAT look is for'.
FINAL PREDACON.
πππ§ππ. 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.
[ Waiting for a few moments. Her head tilts, almost empatheticly curious as she slinks out slightly, before.... ]
khhehhe.
[ Chucking another container at the back of his head. Get Up. Hey. Hey ]
