Spin slowly sticks his head out from around Tarn's shoulder threads, blinking wide-opticked blinks of confusion.
He kind of lost track of what was happening. There'd been a pretty nice looking piece of metal wedged between some ruins off in the distance there and he was about to start making his way over when The Voice spoke. When he'd turned around to see where The Voice has spoken from, however, he suddenly has a face-full of Tarn's tarp-draped back.
Of course now that he's spotted the source of The Voice, Sentinel is graced with a distinctly unhappy hiss. Spinister then slowly sinks back down behind Tarn's back and out of view.
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Spin slowly sticks his head out from around Tarn's shoulder threads, blinking wide-opticked blinks of confusion.
He kind of lost track of what was happening. There'd been a pretty nice looking piece of metal wedged between some ruins off in the distance there and he was about to start making his way over when The Voice spoke. When he'd turned around to see where The Voice has spoken from, however, he suddenly has a face-full of Tarn's tarp-draped back.
Of course now that he's spotted the source of The Voice, Sentinel is graced with a distinctly unhappy hiss. Spinister then slowly sinks back down behind Tarn's back and out of view.