electroxeno-xeno:

…Aw shush. I don’t. /closes door behind himself, watches Shrapnel cling to the wall…/ …Heh. Go recharge, don’t worry about me. I’ve got that covered. /pulls the only chair in the room and sits next to the berth,/ Besides, you’d be the one getting crushed. I’m still bigger than you… And I’m sure you don’t want my wings in your face when you wake up. /grin~/

Do too *zzkt* too. Like when he talks to Starscream *zkzt* Starscream. /buries his face into his arms, wiggles his horns slightly/ Wouldn’t mind *zzr* mind…don’t think you’d crush me *zzkt* me. /chirrs lightly, squirming a little before he gets comfortable/ Thanks, Thundercracker *zzk* Thundercracker. G-Good night *zzk!* night.

Trust me. I would. /smiles, leans on his chair, optics dimming down,/ ‘night, Shrap. I’m here if you need me.  /offlines optics completely… and surrenders to sleep~/

electroxeno-xeno:

A-ah! Yeah! Of course! /Moves quickly after, scratching the back of his helm,/ Good, good. Even if you had work to do, you were just gonna recharge anyway. With me here, you are. /determined expression!!/ 

You sound like Hook *zzk* Hook. /grinning, pauses just long enough to input his door code before skittering inside/ And I was trying to *zzkt* to. I just needed to calm back down again *zrrr* again. /curls up on his berth, scoots as close to the wall as he can get/ I’ll leave s-space *zzk* space, if you get tired, okay *kzzk* okay?

…Aw shush. I don’t. /closes door behind himself, watches Shrapnel cling to the wall…/ …Heh. Go recharge, don’t worry about me. I’ve got that covered. /pulls the only chair in the room and sits next to the berth,/ Besides, you’d be the one getting crushed. I’m still bigger than you… And I’m sure you don’t want my wings in your face when you wake up. /grin~/

electroxeno-xeno:

/…blushes, huffs, and grins, / Yeah, yeah. And you’re gonna recharge. At least for a few kliks, you’re going to recharge. /pulls Shrapnel, wings fluttering out of his hold,/ You be careful with those, alright? They’re really sensitive- uh, the tips, I mean. It’s dumb. But yeah. /grins ~/ No work tonight. Just sweet, sweet recharge.

I’m being careful *zzkt* careful. /retracts his servo anyway, smiling/ Is m-my room okay *zzk* okay? I’m most comfortable in there *zrrr* there… /bugs and painting everywhere, yup. Starts walking back towards the right hallway anyway/ I think I’m out of work to do too *zkt* too. /sheepish smile/

A-ah! Yeah! Of course! /Moves quickly after, scratching the back of his helm,/ Good, good. Even if you had work to do, you were just gonna recharge anyway. With me here, you are. /determined expression!!/ 

electroxeno-xeno:

Aah, it’s no problem. /grins, getting up quickly, and extending his servo out for Shrapnel,/ Come on, now. I don’t want you staying up more than you have to. /wings flutter happily,/ I’m happy I can do something. For you.  S-since.. I’m not very good at anything much other than shooting things and looking like a glitched screen. 

/grabs his servo, hoisting himself up/ I haven’t…recharged well in three days *zzkt* days. /nervous smile/ B-Been working *zzkt* working. /buzzes again, smiling/ Thanks *zkt* thanks, Thundercracker. And that’s not true *kzz* true. /tiptoes, pets a wing edge carefully/ You’ve got butterfly wings *kzzk* wings and you’re good at painting *zzkt* painting and calming me down *kzzk* down.

/…blushes, huffs, and grins, / Yeah, yeah. And you’re gonna recharge. At least for a few kliks, you’re going to recharge. /pulls Shrapnel, wings fluttering out of his hold,/ You be careful with those, alright? They’re really sensitive- uh, the tips, I mean. It’s dumb. But yeah. /grins ~/ No work tonight. Just sweet, sweet recharge.

electroxeno-xeno:

/shoves at him lightly/ That’s because I t-try not to shock you guys *ssskr* guys. /glances up, looking a little nervous/ ….c-can I *zzrr* I? I won’t b-beat you up *zzkt* up, but I’m probably going to wake up again *zzkr!* again. It won’t be bad *zrrr* bad, but I…hate being alone *zrrr* alone. /buzzes slightly/

Aah, it’s no problem. /grins, getting up quickly, and extending his servo out for Shrapnel,/ Come on, now. I don’t want you staying up more than you have to. /wings flutter happily,/ I’m happy I can do something. For you.  S-since.. I’m not very good at anything much other than shooting things and looking like a glitched screen. 

electroxeno-xeno:

Bluh, fine. Just be careful when you do, then. /offlines optics, sighs,/ Sometimes I wish I was more like Starscream and had wings on my arms. But… I like them like this too. /grins, onlines them again, / Well, I like your horns. It’s like a lightshow every time I catch you by surprise. It’s fun~ /aww, Shrapnel, let papa TC nudge back all cutielike since you need to socialize physically too and in a completely innocent way…/

/giggles/ Yeah *zzkt* yeah… /shoulders him lightly, clicking a few times/ Your wings are fine where they are *zzkt* are. /looks taken aback, so damn confused/ I…wh-what *zzkr!* what?! B-But *zrrr* but…it’s faulty work *kzzk* work and I keep shocking everyone with it *zrrr* it… /casually going to cover his faceplates with a servo now, nbd/ …. /chirrs again, nudges back. Getting a bit tired now that he’s calmed down/

…Faulty, but gorgeous when it’s on! /chuckles,/ come on. It’s sparkly, it’s bright, it flashes. I like it. I don’t really care if you shock everyone with it. It doesn’t hurt, so. /notices this, smiles,/ You wanna go to sleep again? I can stay near you if you want. So you have something to beat up if you feel like it in the middle of the night. 

electroxeno-xeno:

..There’s plenty of seams, Shrapnel! /pouts right back, poking the smaller mech a bit, again,/ Hey, no scratching. They’re sensitive. /huffs slightly, bending down a bit, and quickly smiling again as he faces Shrapnel,/ Thanks~ I like them too!  /nudges helm with his,/ No really, thank you. Someone other than me  has to like these, huh? ~ /unaware of your embarassment yup yup/

Not ones they can fall into easily *zzkt!* easily. /smiles, horns wiggling slightly/ I t-told you *Zrrrr* you. I’ll just poke and scratch *kzzk* scratch if I tried climbing on those in altmode *zrrr* altmode. /super embarrassed now, personal space violations plus butterfly references/ I d-do like them *zzkr* them. They’re r-really like butterfly wings *zzkr!* wings. /nudges back slightly, three seconds from combusting, how does he socialize again/

Bluh, fine. Just be careful when you do, then. /offlines optics, sighs,/ Sometimes I wish I was more like Starscream and had wings on my arms. But… I like them like this too. /grins, onlines them again, / Well, I like your horns. It’s like a lightshow every time I catch you by surprise. It’s fun~ /aww, Shrapnel, let papa TC nudge back all cutielike since you need to socialize physically too and in a completely innocent way…/

electroxeno-xeno:

Yeah yeah. You’re an insecticon. No matter hooow smart you are, it doesn’t stop you from wanting to climb up there. Earth bugs do it. /Grins, happy he finally got you to smile like that,/ Why not you?

It’s not like I’d mind, anyway, you’re so small and light. Besides, my wings look pretty cool, so I wouldn’t blame you. /fake smug little smirk, tilts his helm,/ I try to keep them scratchless and pretty too.

/pouts/ Not true *zzkt* true! I bet my little friends would love it though *zkkt* though. All that metal to run across *kzzk* across and no seams to traverse *zzkt* traverse? /finally laughs, shakes his helm a little/ I’m not going to climb on them *zzkt* them. I’ll just scratch them *zzrt* them.

…./reaches up and pokes him in the chin/ Yeah they do look cool *zrrt* cool. They’re really bright and colorful *kzzk* colorful, like b-butterflies *zrrr* butterflies. /embarrassed chirp, oh crap I actually said that/

..There’s plenty of seams, Shrapnel! /pouts right back, poking the smaller mech a bit, again,/ Hey, no scratching. They’re sensitive. /huffs slightly, bending down a bit, and quickly smiling again as he faces Shrapnel,/ Thanks~ I like them too!  /nudges helm with his,/ No really, thank you. Someone other than me  has to like these, huh? ~ /unaware of your embarassment yup yup/

electroxeno-xeno:

Good! that’s what I like to hear~ Stay positive, yeah? We have to. 

…W-well, I guess I stepped over that permission bit, huh? ‘sorry if I did. I.. huh. I guess I’m used to touching everyone. /grins,/ Hey, you might! /twitches wings,/ These are pretty big, and you’re kind of a small mech. You’ll get all over them if I look away, won’t you? /pokes Shrapnel’s helm a little, grins,/~

/nods and smiles/ Of course *sskt!* course! Don’t need to tell me twice *zrrr* twice.

No *zzkt!* no! /shakes his helm/ It gives me too much time *zzkt* time to think, you know *zzk!* know? I need to know it’s coming *zrrr* coming, but not have time to say no *zrrrt* no. Friendly contact *sskt* contact…/squeaks at the poke to his helm/ H-Hey *zzkt!* hey! I know how sensitive those are *srrrt* are. /pokes him back in the side, smiling/ I won’t climb on them *zrrt* them.

Yeah yeah. You’re an insecticon. No matter hooow smart you are, it doesn’t stop you from wanting to climb up there. Earth bugs do it. /Grins, happy he finally got you to smile like that,/ Why not you?

It’s not like I’d mind, anyway, you’re so small and light. Besides, my wings look pretty cool, so I wouldn’t blame you. /fake smug little smirk, tilts his helm,/ I try to keep them scratchless and pretty too.