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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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"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.

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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.