i cant think of a funny title

[planate]

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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[fuckinstoplights]

He doesn't mind. Or, if he does, he doesn't show it. He blinks down at their hands, before curling his fingers around Pipes' in return.

"I don't know how to talk to people. Not like you can."

[planate]

"There's not really a right way to do it."

Ooooh hold his hand, Kagerou-sama. That's the lewd stuff.

[fuckinstoplights]

"No? Then... why is it so difficult?"

Oh, he will hold that hand. And wrap their fingers together.

[planate]

"I guess it depends on what happens when you try."

That is a cue for Birb to share his experiences. This hand holding is getting HOT AND HEAVY WOW

[fuckinstoplights]

"Nothing. It just... gets awkward."

He probably should be more detailed than that. But he doesn't want to bother his new friend with those details.

[planate]

"To be fair, holding a conversation isn't the epitome of socializing. Sometimes it's nice to just sit with someone."

He says, leaning his head on Birb's shoulder.

[fuckinstoplights]

"Like... we're doing now?"

One of his wings flicks, then folds down a bit around his small friend.

[planate]

"Yeah."

He doesn't say anything else, but leans back into that wing. Goodness, how comfy. After a moment or two, he pipes up again.

"Who else have you met here?"

[fuckinstoplights]

"... You."

And Sixshot. But that wasn't something he wanted to get into right now. At all. It still really hurt to think about.

"And a helicopter with a shower brush."

[planate]

"...a helicopter with a shower brush." Pipes wonders, vaguely, if Mayday turns into a helicopter. No, no. He had wheels.

"I mean, I can't fault you for wanting to keep to yourself."

[fuckinstoplights]

"Yes." A pause, and then, by way of clarification: "His face was like yours. But he had eyes."

Spinister, in other words. If Pipes had even met the guy. But it doesn't occur to him to ask. Of course his friend will know other robots.

"You can't?"

[planate]

"Huh. I do have eyes, you know." He pushes up his visor to prove it.

It being Spinister doesn't really click. Maybe later when he's in a better state of mind to think on it.

"Nah. Like, every Cybertronian is terrible at social stuff."

[fuckinstoplights]

"You-- oh."

And cue the tentative touching of the visor with a fingertip. Very carefully trying to push it up and down.

"You don't seem bad at it."

[planate]

He'll allow it. The contact, however simple, is still helping.

"That's a matter of perspective."

[fuckinstoplights]

Good, because he keeps doing it. Oddly amused by the feeling.

"How?"

[planate]

"I've been called weird and annoying before."

[fuckinstoplights]

"What? How?"

Like someone telling Pipes he was huge or something.

[planate]

"I guess I just rub some people the wrong way."

Like Whirl. Though, everyone rubs him the wrong way. Pipes isn't aware of all of them, though. He has the wrong impression of what Blaster thinks of him.

"It happens."

[fuckinstoplights]

"That doesn't make sense."

He looks down at their hands, where their fingers are threaded through each others'. Thumb stroking over the back of Pipes' hand.

"You're very kind."

[planate]

"Aw."

He puts his free hand on top of Kagerou's.

"Appreciate it, but sometimes it just happens. Doesn't bother me, though."

[fuckinstoplights]

"How?"

His attention is still on their joined hands.

"How do you keep it from bothering you?"

[planate]

Pipes shrugs.

"Not everyone has to like you."

[fuckinstoplights]

"But doesn't that make it hard to make friends?"

Please explain to him the facts of a social life, Pipes.

[planate]

"Not really."

Sweet honey child

"There's a lot of people around. Like. Thousands. Not here, specifically, but in general."

[fuckinstoplights]

"... what?"

Good job, Pipes. Look how confused he is now.