Yeah, he's wishing it was an act, too. This is just, you know, embarrassing. But still, bluster and scowling had been his twin tickets thus far in life.
"I don't want any of your stupid Autobot awards."
Mature. You bet he is.
Just like the way his optics keep staring at her, for creepy factor. But as the time stretches into awkward town, he finds his optics drifting down between her thighs, then snapping them back up. No, Deadlock you are not thinking frisky thoughts.
he has named it he's just not telling you what it is
"I don't want any of your stupid Autobot awards."
Mature. You bet he is.
Just like the way his optics keep staring at her, for creepy factor. But as the time stretches into awkward town, he finds his optics drifting down between her thighs, then snapping them back up. No, Deadlock you are not thinking frisky thoughts.
No.
Stop it.