robothell | i cant think of a funny title

i cant think of a funny title

Who: pipes and......you????
What: bang the minibot. cuddle him. slowly press a pie into his face. whatever
When: during the fuckening. the bangarang. the dingle dangle dongle
Where: AROUND
Warnings: hahahahahahhahahahahah

a.

Pipes knows the deal. He knows what the pollen has done to him and that he doesn't need to go to the medibay. He wants to handle this like an adult, but he has a big problem.

He is a really, really shitty adult.

He'll be around, wherever anyone wants to run into him. Adorable, horny minibots go where they are needed.

b.

Well, this was awkward. Despite his... efforts, Pipes had been unable to get rid of The Feeling.

Honestly, it was getting to the point where he was outright annoyed with the situation - he just wanted to carry on as normal after going a few rounds with both himself and perhaps some other people.

It didn't work. Nothing had worked. Pipes comes to a stop from his near constant driving and transforms, stumbling into a wall. He's quiet for a moment, then punches it in frustration.

...

"Ow! Frag it! Ow!"

c. closed to mayday

Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Pipes wants to get laid with someone he cares about. More than average, at least.

He'd made a beeline for Mayday's ship-house and called up the lift shaft a few times.

Heh. Shaft.

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There's a stir of air moving and the vague, ominous sensation of something or someone having been summoned.

If Pipes looks behind him, he will find that he suddenly has a very big and very deathly pink heli-former behind him with an equally ominous, scowling Decepticon badge.

Wing pokes his head out of the building Pipes just punched, his expression startled but not alarmed.

"...hello? Are you all right?"

Mayday leans excitedly to peek down the elevator hole - he's installed safety netting now to help prevent unfortunate falls - and waves enthusiastically.

"H-hi Pipes! Get in the elevator and I'll bring you up!"

Mayday hasn't been dealing with this unfortunate affliction. He's been busy tinkering in his home, and between the air filtration system and the fact that he strips out most of the vegetation within a kilometer of his house, he hasn't been encountering much pollen.

"... Pipes?"

Normally, if someone were around, and they made that kind of noise? He would have just taken off. Hidden away somewhere else. But he knew that voice. Knew it and trusted it so far.

Besides. It wasn't as if he really wanted to be alone right now, anyway. Though he honestly has no idea why.

So he peeks out of his hidey-hole. Which is literally just that. A hole in the wall he's wedged himself into.

After a few... choice encounters, and purposefully avoiding going near the strange flowers, Miria was feeling better. At least the heat was not as bad as it had been and she was finding it easier to take to the sky and not be so distracted as to end up in a tailspin and almost crash.

So flying, a bit low but hey that's so she can notice people and avoid them. Like Pipes.

Who she totally flew past. Whoops.

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B!

b

C!

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