[Blackout hadn't realized he was doing exactly what he'd gotten angry at Eros for doing once before until it was pointed out to him, but as soon as it was the hypocrisy was clear. And of course he couldn't continue to den him after that. As absolutely fragging mortifying as this was, he had to let Eros see him
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He set his laptop aside and pushed off the chair, approaching to meet him, a hand reaching to stroke over his robot-- his ... hound's...? cheek. The fur was so soft there, felt so strange.]
It's not that bad.
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I don't like it.
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At least it's not permanent, right? It'll be over in a few days. [A small pause, then, gently like.] What's it like?
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Oh? I guess you're more like a dog than I figured. I-- I hear pokemon have powers, though; do you know if you have any...? Like, firebreath or lightning summoning or something? [Okay, he was a little too excited about that, shh.]
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He whined again, and shook his head free from Eros' grasp, not to retreat but so he could creep forward and into Eros' lap.] Hate this, hate being changed without being asked.
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I'm sorry I could not be forcibly changed with you, love. If I could fix you, I would, wouldn't even have to ask.
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I know. I know, and it...it comforts me.
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Is there anything I could do to make you more comfortable?
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This.
But it could have been worse. He could have been changed somewhere else, when he was off on a flight, or back in his home universe, checking on Scorponok. At least it had happened here, where his Eros was.]
Just don't... [He burrowed closer, trying to curl himself entirely into Eros' lap.] Don't leave me alone.
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