Tarn stares very levely at Spinister for a few moments before taking the brush thrust in his face.
"Come now, no need to be so rude." He rumbles with only a touch of disdain. He's not an idiot; how was he supposed to know that Spinister brought the rags with him to clean? The last he saw of them was that morning when they were piled in the corner.
Still, he's glad that the heli had thought to wash them today when he went out.
The cleanser is blessedly warm as Tarn fishes out a rag, running it down the length of his arm. He sighs in barely contained bliss. Something so simple has no right feeling this nice. Suddenly he can't wait to be clean and not covered in this wretched dust; to be a presentable mech again. But, even so, he wants to enjoy the warmth of the cleanser as he wipes down his plating, scrubbing at tough stains with the brush.
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"Come now, no need to be so rude." He rumbles with only a touch of disdain. He's not an idiot; how was he supposed to know that Spinister brought the rags with him to clean? The last he saw of them was that morning when they were piled in the corner.
Still, he's glad that the heli had thought to wash them today when he went out.
The cleanser is blessedly warm as Tarn fishes out a rag, running it down the length of his arm. He sighs in barely contained bliss. Something so simple has no right feeling this nice. Suddenly he can't wait to be clean and not covered in this wretched dust; to be a presentable mech again. But, even so, he wants to enjoy the warmth of the cleanser as he wipes down his plating, scrubbing at tough stains with the brush.