He takes the box and opens it gently, taking his time not to damage it, then looks down at the contents. Candies, dusted with rust, or filled with oil, or a light brushing of silicon filled it and he makes an excited little sound at the sight of it, kicking his feet.
Normally, he'd share the contents, feeding the other mech who was thoughtful enough to present it to him, but Sixshot already said he couldn't eat it. He closes the box up with just as much care as he took to open it, settles it back down, and then turns around and gets on his knees to throw his arm around the dog mech's neck.
"Thank you." He couldn't hug well with only one arm, but he makes up for it by nuzzling his face into the warm metal.
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He takes the box and opens it gently, taking his time not to damage it, then looks down at the contents. Candies, dusted with rust, or filled with oil, or a light brushing of silicon filled it and he makes an excited little sound at the sight of it, kicking his feet.
Normally, he'd share the contents, feeding the other mech who was thoughtful enough to present it to him, but Sixshot already said he couldn't eat it. He closes the box up with just as much care as he took to open it, settles it back down, and then turns around and gets on his knees to throw his arm around the dog mech's neck.
"Thank you." He couldn't hug well with only one arm, but he makes up for it by nuzzling his face into the warm metal.