Rampage's optics dim slightly in bliss at the sweet surge of anger and misery spilling from Tarn.
"Delicious," he mutters out loud to himself. Then his gaze refocuses on Tarn's face as the ex-Decepticon steps closer to him, the taste of his emotions growing stronger with his spark so close to Rampage's own. He leans down until his forehead almost brushes Tarn's.
"Oho, touched a live wire there did I? Such a temper." Pot here to call you black, kettle. "Isn't that what got you into this mess in the first place? What was it, jealousy? Couldn't bear the thought that Sixshot might want to dip his cord in someone other than you? That he might like an Autobot more than he could ever care for your miserable spark?"
He's digging now. Feeling for the ripples of emotion with every word he speaks, trying to find the sorest places for him to verbally poke. It's a shame about the lack of fear, but he'll take what he can get. Right now Tarn is a feast.
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"Delicious," he mutters out loud to himself. Then his gaze refocuses on Tarn's face as the ex-Decepticon steps closer to him, the taste of his emotions growing stronger with his spark so close to Rampage's own. He leans down until his forehead almost brushes Tarn's.
"Oho, touched a live wire there did I? Such a temper." Pot here to call you black, kettle. "Isn't that what got you into this mess in the first place? What was it, jealousy? Couldn't bear the thought that Sixshot might want to dip his cord in someone other than you? That he might like an Autobot more than he could ever care for your miserable spark?"
He's digging now. Feeling for the ripples of emotion with every word he speaks, trying to find the sorest places for him to verbally poke. It's a shame about the lack of fear, but he'll take what he can get. Right now Tarn is a feast.