planate: (FLIPS A TABLE)
🥞 Woefully Flat Angel 🥞 ([personal profile] planate) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-08-08 11:57 pm

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.
fuckinstoplights: (Gratuitous robot crotch shot.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-29 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"... Maybe ten."

And that's being generous. But he hadn't really paid that much attention to all the mechanics building him.

Just the one person who mattered most.
fuckinstoplights: (Crap I dropped it.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-30 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"... I don't know."

Because he had no idea when he came online, or how many days had passed since then.
fuckinstoplights: (Yes I'm listening.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-08-31 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"... Is that wrong? Not knowing?"

Oops, wow now he's worried.
fuckinstoplights: (Yes I'm listening.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-01 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"How old is vaguely?"
fuckinstoplights: (Crap I dropped it.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-01 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
".... what?"

He didn't even know numbers could go that high.
fuckinstoplights: (Wait we put the gas where now?)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-02 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"That's... "

He just stares at Pipes for a minute.

"That's a lot of years."
fuckinstoplights: (Yes I'm listening.)

I'M SO SORRY

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-02 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"How much longer are you going to live...?"

Because wow. If Pipes is already millions of years old -- nothing lives that long, right?
fuckinstoplights: (Wait we put the gas where now?)

I REALLY AM SORRY...

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-05 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
He blinks. That sound cuts through the haze of the pollen's effect and he pulls back a bit.

"Pipes... are you all right?"
fuckinstoplights: (Yes I'm listening.)

8(

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-06 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay..."

He doesn't look entirely like he believes his friend, but hey. He also won't question it entirely.
fuckinstoplights: (Shh we're having a serious talk now.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-06 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"All right...?"

He hesitates for a moment, then leans into Pipes' hand, his optics going dim.
fuckinstoplights: (Continue that oral fixation.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-07 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry..."

His optics have closed all the way now, leaning into Pipes' hand like a dog would.

"Do you need help?"
fuckinstoplights: (Yes I'm listening.)

[personal profile] fuckinstoplights 2015-09-08 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"... No, I don't. I'm sorry."