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robothell2016-01-02 02:30 am
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Who: Rampage and Sixshot
Where: In a dump.
When: After Rampage 'visits' Tarn.
What: Sixshot's sense of smell is unfortunately good.
Warnings: Angry sad robots.
There's a lot of things Sixshot has been letting past him intentionally. He smells traces of Tarn throughout the city still, underlying the scents of various mechs. Helex's heavy molten slag smell and the supplies the titan brought with him to the edge of the city to meet with his commander. Spinister's more elusive paths through the city, the smell of Tarn's old energon and healing nanites and the dry scent of the wastelands. He smells Galvatron and the heady, electric scent of sex.
Every time he catches a strand of it through the thousands of scents that linger over the city, he has to stop. Smell was his most dominant sense and the memories he accumulated through it stayed vivid for eons. Every time he breathes Tarn's scent in, it feels like his spark breaking over and over again.
There's a scent that he's caught recently that makes his tank flop however.
Fresh energon. Tarn's fresh energon.
On Rampage.
He waits in one of their more usual meeting spots, the building not too far away from the clinic where he'd introduced the crab-former to First Aid. There's a tension in his frame, wings standing on end and hands clasped together in vise grip.
Where: In a dump.
When: After Rampage 'visits' Tarn.
What: Sixshot's sense of smell is unfortunately good.
Warnings: Angry sad robots.
There's a lot of things Sixshot has been letting past him intentionally. He smells traces of Tarn throughout the city still, underlying the scents of various mechs. Helex's heavy molten slag smell and the supplies the titan brought with him to the edge of the city to meet with his commander. Spinister's more elusive paths through the city, the smell of Tarn's old energon and healing nanites and the dry scent of the wastelands. He smells Galvatron and the heady, electric scent of sex.
Every time he catches a strand of it through the thousands of scents that linger over the city, he has to stop. Smell was his most dominant sense and the memories he accumulated through it stayed vivid for eons. Every time he breathes Tarn's scent in, it feels like his spark breaking over and over again.
There's a scent that he's caught recently that makes his tank flop however.
Fresh energon. Tarn's fresh energon.
On Rampage.
He waits in one of their more usual meeting spots, the building not too far away from the clinic where he'd introduced the crab-former to First Aid. There's a tension in his frame, wings standing on end and hands clasped together in vise grip.
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Rampage snorts at that. "All the time in the universe."
He stares up at Sixshot in silence, enjoying the oddly tender moment, however awkward they might be. Then he looks away and promptly elbows Sixshot in the knee.
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Well it didn't hurt, but Sixshot still does his best to look offended.
They were having a moment!
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They were having a moment. A very nice one. Now he's trying to have a different moment!
Though he's distracted from trying again by a thought. "Are we friends? Actual friends."
Not like when you call someone a friend when they actually hate you.
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Despite his words, the Sixer radiates affection and amusement and that's really all the warning Rampage gets before he's headlocked and noogied.
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The noogie is less pleasant.
Sputtering and growling playfully, Rampage struggles against the headlock, kicking his feet and tugging at Sixshot's arms as hard knuckles scrape the paint off the top of his head, sparks tickling his plating.
Well! He'd normally try and bite Sixshot, but with an arm locked under his chin he can't reach.
So instead he tries to poke him in the eye.
Thread wrap?
We can!
It's time for a tussle!