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This is a 2 am Bunny. It wants to go somewhere, but Sleep is disinclined to acquiesce to its demands.
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"Colossi," drifted the quiet whisper, from one mech to another. "Giants striding the battlefield."
Dissever shifted, rolled to prop himself over the lean frame of a white Ford. Red optics meeting slightly sleepy-looking blue. Heatseek reached up, slim fingers cupping the side of the black Benz's helm. "That's your brother, and his mate. That's what they are."
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"Demigods," came the low murmur, from vocalier to audio. "Y'can't help but stop and stare when they're out there. Everyone's got their own moves, but those two're way above the rest o' us."
"Along with Prime," First Aid said softly. He leant closer, visor flashing in the dim light as he tilted his head, facemask retracting, teasingly slow, to reveal lip components curving upward in a slow smile. Trailbreaker couldn't help but grin back. Large hands cupping sleek hips, thumb tracing the line of glyphs along the medic's hip. "They're like legends."
"Our legends."
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"Charge into battle one more time like you're invincible and I will turn you into one thousand and one remote-controlled toy Topkicks," came the angry, growling snarl from the chartreuse Hummer. Ironhide simply chuckled, reaching out tiredly to loop an arm around his medic's waist, pulling him close. Ratchet didn't protest.
"I love you too."
"Stupid, slaggin' scrapheap. You're not immortal,'Hide, you're - "
Ironhide merely tugged him closer, field and spark pushing through a soothing wash of emotion, comforting, smoothing out the ragged edges that were slowly working their way into Ratchet.
"Just a mech, Ratch," he growled, peering up at the medic from under one ever-mangled brow. "And yours."
After a moment of silence, Ratchet leant down, a whistlepurr underscoring the thrum of his engine. Pressed a kiss to the glyphs adorning his mate's helm, drifted gentle fingertips over fresh repairs. "Stay."
"Always."
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"Colossi," drifted the quiet whisper, from one mech to another. "Giants striding the battlefield."
Dissever shifted, rolled to prop himself over the lean frame of a white Ford. Red optics meeting slightly sleepy-looking blue. Heatseek reached up, slim fingers cupping the side of the black Benz's helm. "That's your brother, and his mate. That's what they are."
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"Demigods," came the low murmur, from vocalier to audio. "Y'can't help but stop and stare when they're out there. Everyone's got their own moves, but those two're way above the rest o' us."
"Along with Prime," First Aid said softly. He leant closer, visor flashing in the dim light as he tilted his head, facemask retracting, teasingly slow, to reveal lip components curving upward in a slow smile. Trailbreaker couldn't help but grin back. Large hands cupping sleek hips, thumb tracing the line of glyphs along the medic's hip. "They're like legends."
"Our legends."
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"Charge into battle one more time like you're invincible and I will turn you into one thousand and one remote-controlled toy Topkicks," came the angry, growling snarl from the chartreuse Hummer. Ironhide simply chuckled, reaching out tiredly to loop an arm around his medic's waist, pulling him close. Ratchet didn't protest.
"I love you too."
"Stupid, slaggin' scrapheap. You're not immortal,'Hide, you're - "
Ironhide merely tugged him closer, field and spark pushing through a soothing wash of emotion, comforting, smoothing out the ragged edges that were slowly working their way into Ratchet.
"Just a mech, Ratch," he growled, peering up at the medic from under one ever-mangled brow. "And yours."
After a moment of silence, Ratchet leant down, a whistlepurr underscoring the thrum of his engine. Pressed a kiss to the glyphs adorning his mate's helm, drifted gentle fingertips over fresh repairs. "Stay."
"Always."