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Who: Brainstorm & Spin
What: Brainstorm works on a horny bow
When: Over time after sex pollen
Where: HIS WORKSHOP
Warnings: regrets and a cupid's bow

Never teach Brainstorm that something can be an effective distraction or deterrant, because he'll find a way to turn it into a weapon.

Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened in the aftermath of the pollen. After seeing half the planet incompacitated by their own interface protocols, it gave him a few ideas for a new concept.

Brainstorm hangs upside down from the ceiling of his workshop, gently running his fingers over the lightstring connecting one limb of the bow in his hands to the other, testing to make sure it responded to his touch. That part was easy -- it's not like he hasn't used lightstring before -- but the actually affects of the ammo was still a work in progress.

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Once Brainstorm was off of his lap, Spin slowly eases off of his knees and onto his feet, taking a moment to brace he hands against his thighs. Heck but that bow really packed a punch. Getting up right now might not be a terribly good idea but, again, there was the issue of time limits.

Cycling a deep breath, he eventually straightens up and gently tucks his cord away with a little wince, letting his pelvic armor slide shut. It's only then that he turns back to Brainstorm, flipping a rag from one of his compartments.

"Honestly, I was visiting you just because I wanted to hang out," he says as a matter-of-factly. "And to steal your shower. But if you want that kind of an arrangement, I'd be pretty happy with it. There's some neat stuff in the wastes."

Brainstorm was used to trades. Considering he didn't really have any friends, but was far used to bartering for things he needed or wanted, that makes him squint with puzzlement at Spinister.

"If you're just going to keep giving me things for free then nevermind."

He also was never one to turn down free stuff.

Brainstorm lets his cord retract into its housing, but his covers dont slide into place yet. He still kind of felt like all his limbs had turned to jelly and transfluid was still leaking from the mouth of his valve.

He really did need a shower.

"Anyway, help yourself, but you're not going anywhere until you help repaint my aft."

"What the hell did you put in that bow?" Seriously. He's only been this weak-kneed after sex maybe two times in his life and both of those times involved hours of, uh, 'work'.

Eventually, Spin gives up trying to go anywhere and gently sits down next to Brainstorm, venting a long sigh of relief once his weight was off his feet again. He folds the rag in his hands and turns to his friend, getting to work wiping some of their fluids off of the smaller fellow's armor.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll be spotless by the time I'm done, don't worry."

"It's based off the pollen, but that work on you, so I had to make some tweaks. Pretty impressive, isn't it?"

How does it feel to be Brainstorm's selected guinea pig, Spinister?

The jet makes a few huffy sounds when Spinister moves to clean him up. He could bathe himself, he was just... He was just resting and gathering his strength, that's all. Despite all the noise he doesn't move to stop Spinister from wiping some of the fluid away from the armor. Instead, he folds his arms behind his head.

"Aside from being an all around genius and weapon expert, sometimes I do have a few of my own personal projects. Besides, it would decently stop an enemy in their tracks. Make love not war."

"You really want to go shooting that at Tarn or something?"

Spin thinks about Tarn having sex. He makes a face. Then he bundles Brainstorm up and starts fussing over the smaller specs of fluids on his armor.

Really now Brainstorm, you didn't really know what you were getting into when you asked Spinister to help repaint you, did you?

"Gross, no." Brainstorm also makes a face at that, but it's broken as he's pretty much scooped up into Spinister's arms to be fussed over. After a moment of thought, he closes his panels since he can clean that part of himself alone. It would be kind of an adventure washing all that transfluid out later.

"If I ever shot him it would be so I could fly away while he combusts. I heard enough about him at that party."

Sometimes, he wishes he could selectively delete some memories. Such as that one.

"How much longer are you staying?"

"Long enough to clean up and not a moment after that," Spin says somewhat grimly. "I don't know how long before Tarn'll start getting antsy for sure, but I don't really want to try and guess."

He tosses the saturated rag aside before taking an other out and getting to work on Brainstorm's belly. It's going to be a good hour of cleaning and and scrapping off paint transfers and popping dents at the very least.

Brainstorm's going to look fresher than the day he'd stepped off the conveyor belt by the end of it.

Brainstorm actually likes being fussed over, to some degree. He always liked being the center of attention, but since Spinister won't praise him it just made him all that more determined to gather his praise. He did not like feeling insecure on his abilities.

Once he's sufficiently clean and paint scraped and repainted, he works on helping Spinister with his own cleaning and filling the canister. By the time the heli leaves he'd be-- well, not as fresh as Brainstorm was, but enough to take care of all the paint transfers they can find.

Brainstorm will be a bit paranoid about missing some for a few days.

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