His lab was going to be ruined from all the water. It was going to be hell to clean up all the puddles and check to make sure the equipment was still working. (Most would, since he designed many to be water resistant. After years of combat on swamp planet he's learned that feature was one that can't be gone without.) The table was at least gone. He was going to have to get a new one.
Brainstorm's in the middle of his panicked assessment as Spinister drags him over. He flails, trying to grip the floor without revealing too much of his face, which ended up with a very squirmy jet trying to press his face into a shoulder.
"Ah--" The vibrations against his chassis were almost too strong. His plating felt sensitive almost right away, tingling from the rumble against it. Slowly he turns his head to look at Spinister with one eye.
"It worked?" He's not sure. Spin sure was starting to seem less like dying and more like humping.
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Brainstorm's in the middle of his panicked assessment as Spinister drags him over. He flails, trying to grip the floor without revealing too much of his face, which ended up with a very squirmy jet trying to press his face into a shoulder.
"Ah--" The vibrations against his chassis were almost too strong. His plating felt sensitive almost right away, tingling from the rumble against it. Slowly he turns his head to look at Spinister with one eye.
"It worked?" He's not sure. Spin sure was starting to seem less like dying and more like humping.