Tarn's blatant disrespect aggravated First Aid. His plating rattles, his
remaining hand closing into a fist, and he pushes his seat out from the
table he was sitting at. He's not even scared despite the knowledge he
might die. Briefly, he thinks of Sixshot, his admission of association with
the leader of the DJD and how betrayed he felt. It was a silly feeling at
the time. They're both killers and he's just an Autobot nobody. He doubted
Sixshot would miss him.
"You want a drink?" he asks, picking up his glass. He rounds abount the
table, walking straight up to the leader of the DJD. "You can have mine."
He lifts it up towards him, then tilts his wrist, pouring the slightly
viscous fluid down the larger mech's stomach plating.
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Tarn's blatant disrespect aggravated First Aid. His plating rattles, his remaining hand closing into a fist, and he pushes his seat out from the table he was sitting at. He's not even scared despite the knowledge he might die. Briefly, he thinks of Sixshot, his admission of association with the leader of the DJD and how betrayed he felt. It was a silly feeling at the time. They're both killers and he's just an Autobot nobody. He doubted Sixshot would miss him.
"You want a drink?" he asks, picking up his glass. He rounds abount the table, walking straight up to the leader of the DJD. "You can have mine."
He lifts it up towards him, then tilts his wrist, pouring the slightly viscous fluid down the larger mech's stomach plating.