While that may be true, jealously consumes him. What he would give for a hot shower...
Tarn squares his shoulders and takes a step towards Spinister, fists clenching at his sides.
“Someone gave these supplies to you. Who was it?” Tarn forces his voice to steady. His throat tightens towards the end, resulting in a quiet cough. Certainly it wasn’t Helex or Galvatron that gave Spinister the materials, they tended to deal exclusively with himself; and Megatron surely wouldn’t provide anything to make Tarn’s exile easier on him. His fuel pump skips slightly as his mind wanders to Sixshot. Perhaps Spinister has been with him? Were these supplies a gift? A trade? What could the heli possibly have to give in return?
He reaches forwards to grasp Spinister by his shoulders, giving them firm shake.
“Tell me.” Tarn would have been using his gift if possible, instead the words just sound hoarse and desperate.
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Tarn squares his shoulders and takes a step towards Spinister, fists clenching at his sides.
“Someone gave these supplies to you. Who was it?” Tarn forces his voice to steady. His throat tightens towards the end, resulting in a quiet cough. Certainly it wasn’t Helex or Galvatron that gave Spinister the materials, they tended to deal exclusively with himself; and Megatron surely wouldn’t provide anything to make Tarn’s exile easier on him. His fuel pump skips slightly as his mind wanders to Sixshot. Perhaps Spinister has been with him? Were these supplies a gift? A trade? What could the heli possibly have to give in return?
He reaches forwards to grasp Spinister by his shoulders, giving them firm shake.
“Tell me.” Tarn would have been using his gift if possible, instead the words just sound hoarse and desperate.