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[phase6kindofbot]

Who: Sixshot, Tarn and anyone.
Where: Some place!
When: The day after prom!
What: Sixshot trying to deal with the devastating aftermath of the spectacularly disastrous prom party.
Warnings: Awkward teenage super robot drama. Also discussions of sex?


For Tarn

Unfortunately for Sixshot's new found sense of shame, the six-former's sense of obligation was still stronger. It took a bit more motivation than usual to drag himself out of humiliated hiding, but he manages it and arrives a prim ten minutes early to the agreed meeting point.

And then he just sits.

And tries not to think too hard about the upcoming talk, quietly grateful that his canine face wasn't too expressive.

If Tarn tries to kill him today...

Honestly, Tarn wasn't going to kill him today because, frankly, Sixshot wasn't going to let him. He was not going to die being known for what happened last night, so help him Primus.



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The giant murderous space dog is attempting a new strategy: being small.

And hiding.

After shoving most of his mass into subspace, Sixshot was quickly being enlightened to the fact that the dead city actually had a surprising amount of hiding places. He'd never though about it before: Phase Sixers didn't hide after all. Ambush tactics were for the weaker.

On the other hand, Phase Sixers also were never trained to deal with social situations gone so awry that they would actually want to hide. Sixshot certainly never was, anyways.

He quietly curses Megatron's short-sightedness because, clearly, this was all his creator's fault, and shuffles deeper into the hole.

To most outsiders, he was barely more than a white nose sticking out of a wall.

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Sixshot laughs at that as he lies slowly down on his side. It was an exhausted and slightly hysterical sound.

"How am I supposed to trust myself when I don't even know if what I want is real or not?" Existential breakdown? A little.

"Tarn, you were shouting about the sex we had while you were drunk. I tried to leave our Cause." His voice drops to a whisper. "The punishments assigned either of those infractions aren't really comparable. I'll stop being embarrassed in a few decades at most but I'm a traitor forever."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Then make it real. Whatever it is that you are searching for, I assure you that you are more than capable of finding it."

Tarn turns to better face Sixshot. He briefly presses his palms to his face as if it might alleviate some of the pressure built up his his head.

"I'm aware that they aren't comparable... But, you can still make this right. You've made mistakes. Grievous ones, I will not deny that. But we are weak here and vastly outnumbered. We need all the support we can get. I can offer you a fresh start in the Decepticons. As your own person. I'm sure Megatron will agree."

Tarn's optics dim. Every bit of his training screams that this is wrong. Sixshot is a traitor and he should be put to a traitors death.

But he has to ignore it. He has to adapt and choose his battles.

"Trust can be built back with time."

[phase6kindofbot]

That was the problem, wasn't it? He didn't even know what he was searching for in the first place. He'd thought it was camaraderie, friendship, literally any kind of connection with another person, but in the face of last evening's events, it turns out he was miserably unprepared for such things.

It was easier to be alone.

Slowly, he cycles air through his vents, letting the spark-deep bleakness at his existence sink back into nothingness. There was no point thinking about things that couldn't be changed and especially not when he was making a fool of himself in front of another Decepticon- in front of Tarn especially.

Pushing himself onto his belly, Sixshot lifts his head up to peer at the other Decepticon, optics flickering a dull red.

"I will do whatever it takes."

[sparkwhisperer]

Relief blooms in Tarn as Sixshot looks up at him. That bit of assurance is exactly what Tarn wants to hear. Although he is blind to Sixshot’s remaining internal struggle, he allows himself to relax in the other’s company a fraction more, frame sagging noticeably into the rubble.

“I apologize for the way I acted last night. There is no excuse for that sort of behavior. Over-Indulging like that on engex was shameful and I know better.” Tarn sighs, shaking his head. "I let my own weakness take over.”

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There's a 'whuff' as Sixshot snorts, a glimmer of tired amusement chasing the darkness from his optics. He shuffles forwards and proceeds to further flatten Tarn into the rubble, planting his giant, heavy lupine head on the smaller mech's chest.

"Apology accepted," he rumbles. "I'll be sure to keep tabs on that in future. For the sake of our dignity, if nothing else."

[sparkwhisperer]

a soft 'oof' escapes Tarn as Sixshot's head pins him to the dirt. He pushes almost playfully at the large snout, a soft huffing chuckle escaping him as shifts in the rubble.

The Ex-DJD Commander's hand slides up to gently stroke behind one of the Phase Sixer's ear nubs as he relaxes his weight, staring up at the sky.

"I think I'll be staying away from cheap engex for some time. I should hope that it won't be a problem; for a while, anyway."

Thread wrap?

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The ear rubs earn Tarn the world's most blissed out of rumblings, Sixshot's optics narrowing contentedly.

"MmmI think that's a very sound plan," he purrs and lets himself forget for a moment just how complicating this friendship was. For now, the Sixer was content with the present; the conflict between Tarn and First Aid was a matter for another day.