[Grimlock bites his bottom lip as the white haired human got on his lap. He couldn't place why, but the fact Dante sat on his lap made his spark thrum.
Ok got it. He takes one...two...three deep breaths. And it doesn't help one bit, given how his engine putters.]
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Ok got it. He takes one...two...three deep breaths. And it doesn't help one bit, given how his engine putters.]
How's that?