The level of awkward is directly proportionate to the level of noise. So she's a perfectly chill and mellow drunk when all comfy...by herself.
The smallest of half smiles flits over her face, not her usual broad, unrepentant smirk. "Maybe...I'm a Decepticon spy," she whispers with a little flick of her browridge.
Really she shouldn't mess with him so much. But well, there's a truth to it if you look slantwise. She was a Decepticon once. And she was a spy once. Just...not at the same time.
"I will." She's just joining to pitch that over her shoulder as she turns to go, trying to hide the husky crack in her voice and ignore the way her plating heats as he looks at her, stifling a curse as her own fans finally click on.
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The smallest of half smiles flits over her face, not her usual broad, unrepentant smirk. "Maybe...I'm a Decepticon spy," she whispers with a little flick of her browridge.
Really she shouldn't mess with him so much. But well, there's a truth to it if you look slantwise. She was a Decepticon once. And she was a spy once. Just...not at the same time.
"I will." She's just joining to pitch that over her shoulder as she turns to go, trying to hide the husky crack in her voice and ignore the way her plating heats as he looks at her, stifling a curse as her own fans finally click on.