“I’m afraid so.” Tarn sighs, hating the idea of giving up his last shred of privacy. There goes his nice, solitary, quiet, walks to clear his head.
The stress is short lived, however, as Spinister begins cleaning the mechanisms around his treads. The warmth of the cleanser in his structure has Tarn's shoulders slumping in barely contained bliss. His optics dim and his hand stills in cleaning the darkened and broken biolights lining his abdominal plating. It’s been ages since he’s been able to get back there and clean that deeply.
The pause lasts only for a few seconds before he forces his hand back into motion, swiping the cloth across his abdomen and moving back up to to get the cables under his arm
“You haven’t had any trouble out here have you?” Tarn is only slightly worried about Spinister being targeted, but guilty by association is always a risk for someone in his position.
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The stress is short lived, however, as Spinister begins cleaning the mechanisms around his treads. The warmth of the cleanser in his structure has Tarn's shoulders slumping in barely contained bliss. His optics dim and his hand stills in cleaning the darkened and broken biolights lining his abdominal plating. It’s been ages since he’s been able to get back there and clean that deeply.
The pause lasts only for a few seconds before he forces his hand back into motion, swiping the cloth across his abdomen and moving back up to to get the cables under his arm
“You haven’t had any trouble out here have you?” Tarn is only slightly worried about Spinister being targeted, but guilty by association is always a risk for someone in his position.