"Well, his knee's still messed up from ticking off the baby Megatron so he kind of limps around and angsts about how he doesn't get to bang Sixshot any- OY!"
Spinister's indignant yelp precedes some crashing and banging as he reflexively jumps at the strange not-pain of the dart hitting his chest and topples over a work bench.
"YOU!" he growls, leveling the most deathly glower on the smaller flier, armor plates flaring. "ARE IN SO MUCHNNNGh...!"
Hot.
It felt like a supernova had gone off in his spark chamber and Spinister's back arches into an almost impossible curve, hands denting the edge of the table.
no subject
Spinister's indignant yelp precedes some crashing and banging as he reflexively jumps at the strange not-pain of the dart hitting his chest and topples over a work bench.
"YOU!" he growls, leveling the most deathly glower on the smaller flier, armor plates flaring. "ARE IN SO MUCHNNNGh...!"
Hot.
It felt like a supernova had gone off in his spark chamber and Spinister's back arches into an almost impossible curve, hands denting the edge of the table.