"Controlled burning, Rampage. You can't just explode the flowers. It would get pollen..." First Aid starts his lecture, but trails off when Sixshot steps close to him.
In another scenario, it might be really impressive that Sixshot manages to make First Aid flustered just by picking him up, but as his temperature rises another degree, smoke starts to drift out from the medic's chest vents. He presses his hands to his face, embarrassed as various heat warnings and damage assessments pop up on his HUD. Mixed as his feelings are about the circumstances of seeing the mech's robot mode, the reaction had nothing to do with the pollen.
"I'm the only epidemiologist here. I have to work." And he's 'worked over' a few people as well. "That means frequent re-exposure. You can't just dump me in water-- I could short out. Here, don't look. This might be awkward."
He expected them to look anyway, but wearing a damper and water didn't mix and he knew his body well enough to admit that he needed to be cooled. First Aid looks up at Sixshot's face in silent apology before reaching to open his panel. It's sensitive beyond imagination, but the relief that ripples through his field as he tugs the damper free and let's his spike extend could be cut with a knife. All that charge that had been directed elsewhere rushes to his array and he overloads hard right in Sixshot's arms, lubricant gushing from him.
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"Controlled burning, Rampage. You can't just explode the flowers. It would get pollen..." First Aid starts his lecture, but trails off when Sixshot steps close to him.
In another scenario, it might be really impressive that Sixshot manages to make First Aid flustered just by picking him up, but as his temperature rises another degree, smoke starts to drift out from the medic's chest vents. He presses his hands to his face, embarrassed as various heat warnings and damage assessments pop up on his HUD. Mixed as his feelings are about the circumstances of seeing the mech's robot mode, the reaction had nothing to do with the pollen.
"I'm the only epidemiologist here. I have to work." And he's 'worked over' a few people as well. "That means frequent re-exposure. You can't just dump me in water-- I could short out. Here, don't look. This might be awkward."
He expected them to look anyway, but wearing a damper and water didn't mix and he knew his body well enough to admit that he needed to be cooled. First Aid looks up at Sixshot's face in silent apology before reaching to open his panel. It's sensitive beyond imagination, but the relief that ripples through his field as he tugs the damper free and let's his spike extend could be cut with a knife. All that charge that had been directed elsewhere rushes to his array and he overloads hard right in Sixshot's arms, lubricant gushing from him.