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robothell2015-03-04 12:17 pm
phase6kindofbot) wrote in robothell2015-03-04 12:17 pm
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Phase Sixer On Doorstep Delivery
Who: Sixshot and Tarn!
Where: The Decepticon, uh, 'base'.
When: Some time after Tarn gets fixed up after his fight with Megatron.
What: Sixshot finds some high grade.
Warnings: Weird Decepticon fluff? Also, NSFW as heck.
Sixshot arrives with a box tucked under one arm and about an inch of dust and grime on his frame. It's been a surprisingly productive past few days of digging around the city and finding random, necessary knickknacks. He usually leaves them near the makeshift base's front door before wandering off again.
Today, however, he's found something that seemed a bit more fitting to be delivered in person. As he reaches the warped door frame, however, Sixshot slows to a stop. The hallway leading into the building looks like it'd just been cleaned. He looks down at his decidedly rather filthy feet.
Hmm.
Leaning somewhat awkwardly into the building, careful not to touch the door frame, he peers into the unlit hall.
"Tarn?"
Where: The Decepticon, uh, 'base'.
When: Some time after Tarn gets fixed up after his fight with Megatron.
What: Sixshot finds some high grade.
Warnings: Weird Decepticon fluff? Also, NSFW as heck.
Sixshot arrives with a box tucked under one arm and about an inch of dust and grime on his frame. It's been a surprisingly productive past few days of digging around the city and finding random, necessary knickknacks. He usually leaves them near the makeshift base's front door before wandering off again.
Today, however, he's found something that seemed a bit more fitting to be delivered in person. As he reaches the warped door frame, however, Sixshot slows to a stop. The hallway leading into the building looks like it'd just been cleaned. He looks down at his decidedly rather filthy feet.
Hmm.
Leaning somewhat awkwardly into the building, careful not to touch the door frame, he peers into the unlit hall.
"Tarn?"
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And coward taking part in attacking Tarn's team seemed oddly contradictory.
He's beginning to think that Spinister is not much of an idiot; if he'd been put on the List and Tarn had come to him with the promise of being pardoned, he wouldn't believe it either. If the fate of a mech on the list was decided by Tarn alone, then, well.
It would be terrible to slight him, wouldn't it now?
"I'm glad you didn't off him," Sixshot continues, trying for a lighter note. "I haven't showered in weeks as is."
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As he begins to attempt to ease himself from Sixshot's lap, transfluid and lubrcant gush from his over sensitized and stuffed port. After a minute of hissing and wiggling Tarn finally manages to free himself, dripping and smearing an almost impressive amount of fluids onto the Phase Sixer's plating in the process. He wobbles a bit as he kneels, reaching around Sixshot to grab a scrub of his own.
"The shower is a nice plus. I do like to keep myself clean." Tarn smiles, wetting the cloth and beginning to clean weeks of accumulated mud from his partner's transformation seams.
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"Honestly," the Sixer manages after a moment of gathering his composure again, sliding his palm down Tarn's abdominal plates as the DJD Commanders leans over him him to fetch the cloth. "I really, really don't want to face him covered in transfluid and tell him what happened to the shower."