First Aid's spark does little flutters at Sixshot's stammering; the phase sixer's bashfulness just made him so happy. He didn't expect him to really understand, since he never quite understood his other friendly gestures, but the affection made him happy at least.
He doesn't even have time to see the paw before it comes down heavily on him, smacking him down roughly onto his front, his vocalizer spitting out static instead of a cry. That rocks him; it was the first time Sixshot had ever hit him and he doesn't even have the time to comprehend what had happened before the explosion.
His audio rings painfully and he clamps his one hand on his head while he squints his visor, trying to blink through the dizzying sound in his head. First Aid realizes suddenly Sixshot had been hit and he forces himself to move, reaching for the paw.
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He doesn't even have time to see the paw before it comes down heavily on him, smacking him down roughly onto his front, his vocalizer spitting out static instead of a cry. That rocks him; it was the first time Sixshot had ever hit him and he doesn't even have the time to comprehend what had happened before the explosion.
His audio rings painfully and he clamps his one hand on his head while he squints his visor, trying to blink through the dizzying sound in his head. First Aid realizes suddenly Sixshot had been hit and he forces himself to move, reaching for the paw.
"Six! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"