[Spinister cackles, the most delighted and evil noise that had ever come out of his dusty vocalizer, even as he grabs at Ratchet to make sure he didn't fall and hurt himself- in spite of the crutch being waved at his face.]
I'm using my hands and it's doing the job, isn't it?
[Of course, now he's kneeling in front of Ratchet and the tone of his voice takes on a decidedly lewd twist. Spin's hands find Ratchet's hips and he pushes the smaller medic up onto the berth proper, leaning in to press his mask against white abdominal armor with a playful engine hum.]
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I'm using my hands and it's doing the job, isn't it?
[Of course, now he's kneeling in front of Ratchet and the tone of his voice takes on a decidedly lewd twist. Spin's hands find Ratchet's hips and he pushes the smaller medic up onto the berth proper, leaning in to press his mask against white abdominal armor with a playful engine hum.]