"Yeah, well, Sixshot really isn't a talky guy." This from Deadlock, the master of monosyllables. He had the usual Decepticon half-fear half-contempt respect for Phase Sixers--they did the dirty work, but it was such unfair odds it could hardly be called war.
He'd rather not think about more mechs bigger than he is, not when he's got an almost squirming body against his. If he knew what to do, if he had any sort of suaveness, he'd be doing it, now. Instead, he's just going to, uh, improvise, bending down to chuff some air out of his vents at her exposed throat cables.
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Don't tease him with such ineffable cuteness"Yeah, well, Sixshot really isn't a talky guy." This from Deadlock, the master of monosyllables. He had the usual Decepticon half-fear half-contempt respect for Phase Sixers--they did the dirty work, but it was such unfair odds it could hardly be called war.
He'd rather not think about more mechs bigger than he is, not when he's got an almost squirming body against his. If he knew what to do, if he had any sort of suaveness, he'd be doing it, now. Instead, he's just going to, uh, improvise, bending down to chuff some air out of his vents at her exposed throat cables.