Ratchet of Vaporex (
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robothell2015-08-09 11:34 pm
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[network post--marked urgent]
Hello? Yeah, all right, it looks like this thing is on.
[The vid flickers on and Ratchet's face fills it, somehow more exasperated and peeved than usual.]
Look, public service health announcement, stay away from the damn stupid flowers that are popping up everywhere. They're releasing a pollen that's hyperconductive that causes an allergic reaction in both organics and inorganics. Nobody's going to drop dead, unless you're set on being a medical miracle and being the first to die of overcharge, but if you're affected, for goodness' sake, be careful until it wears itself out. If you don't release the pent-up charge or whatever periodically it's possible you'll overheat.
If you absolutely need medical assistance, I'm going to be at the first medibay trying to figure out more precisely what the fresh smelting hell is going on.
Ratchet out.
[The vid flickers on and Ratchet's face fills it, somehow more exasperated and peeved than usual.]
Look, public service health announcement, stay away from the damn stupid flowers that are popping up everywhere. They're releasing a pollen that's hyperconductive that causes an allergic reaction in both organics and inorganics. Nobody's going to drop dead, unless you're set on being a medical miracle and being the first to die of overcharge, but if you're affected, for goodness' sake, be careful until it wears itself out. If you don't release the pent-up charge or whatever periodically it's possible you'll overheat.
If you absolutely need medical assistance, I'm going to be at the first medibay trying to figure out more precisely what the fresh smelting hell is going on.
Ratchet out.
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[But then his spike is pushed into dense, slick heat and he gives up, tipping his head back and moaning desperately. His hands find Spinister's shoulders and squeeze hard, fumbling up to his helm, but his touch there is gentle and slow, stroking deliberately even as he writhes and curses and struggles to keep his hips still.]
More. [His voice is ragged and he clenches down around the finger Spin pressed into him, pushing his hips lower without really thrusting up. His fingertips trace down the side of Spinister's helm, following gently along the edge as he shudders.] Come on, not going to break.
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Mmhf. [That was either a rude disagreement on Ratchet's ability not to break or a very pleased noise induced by the gentle touches on his helmet. It's really up for interpretation there.
Either way, Spinister's sliding a second finger into Ratchet, curling both digits against sensitive bundles of sensors. He starts picking up a rhythm, stroking and thrusting in time with the bob of his head.]