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Peer through the cracks and pull it apart.


Decepticon OC | Intelligence & Interrogation | WIP
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𝕃𝔼𝕆 " 𝕃𝕀𝕆 " ℙℝ𝕀𝕄𝔼

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⠀⠀⠀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ / ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴀʟ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ

#MVRP #TFRP #TRANSFORMERSRP



November 17, 2024 at 3:37 PM
Sharp fingers curl into a fist as she dares to look up from the bucket. The red of her eyes is slightly less in its intensity despite the grim curl of her lip.

"It's fine."
He retracted his hand after that and nods.

"Allright...Zzzorry, Telemetry..."

Waspinator believes he should be careful with all his kindness with her.
She heaves into the bucket with an irritable growl. This was awful.

Even as she does, the thrusts one hand in his direction, "Don't. Touch. Me."
November 17, 2024 at 11:24 PM
She could. She just wasn't very good at doing so nicely.

"Take this!"

After rolling together a large snowball she throws it full force in his direction.
November 17, 2024 at 11:22 PM
"It more enjoyable when they have more to offer than just their screams," her lips twist into an appreciative smile.

"But it is a good way to begin each cycle."
 
Ya could definitely say that.

✧【 If she could havr, there'd been a grin beneath her mask, 】

Makin` others squirm `n beg ; all in good fun I think.
 
Hm?

A fellow connoisseur?
November 17, 2024 at 11:21 PM
"It is what you are," she lifts her shoulders.

"Why would I drink more?"
November 17, 2024 at 10:08 PM
Hm?

A fellow connoisseur?
 
Tell me `bout it.
 
It's quite entertaining watching others squirm.
November 16, 2024 at 6:22 PM
It splatters against her shoulder and she sighs.

"Are you sure you want me to throw one in return?" Despite the question, she's still gathering up snow.
November 16, 2024 at 6:20 PM
She heaves into the bucket with an irritable growl. This was awful.

Even as she does, the thrusts one hand in his direction, "Don't. Touch. Me."
He goes close, patting her back while still smiling

"There, there..."
"We're not friends..." she grumbles as she lifts the bucket up. Her brows press together as the sensation of nausea rolls through her systems.
November 16, 2024 at 6:19 PM
It's quite entertaining watching others squirm.
November 16, 2024 at 6:07 PM
"Flesh is easily broken. Messy," she grimaces at the thought.

"It's even harder to fix when you're leaking everything everywhere... ugh."
November 16, 2024 at 6:00 PM
"We're not friends..." she grumbles as she lifts the bucket up. Her brows press together as the sensation of nausea rolls through her systems.
"You're welcome, friend !"

Holding own hands with soft smile.
Reluctantly she takes it and holds it close to her chest.

"...thanks."
November 16, 2024 at 4:49 PM
"They're all rather inaccurate. Whereas you are flesh. Walking. Talking. Flesh. Are you not?"
November 16, 2024 at 4:47 PM
"Do I need a reason, fleshy?" She responds with another quiet snicker.

"Useless disk may as well do something useful, hm?" Eyeing the forming bruise she raises a brow. Even now she found it surprising how easily the Humans could be injured.

"It's not my fault you're all so... prone to injury."
November 16, 2024 at 4:40 PM
"Nu uh."

Shaking her head, she mutters quietly, "It'll buff out easily enough."
There is a small dent of his helm.

"It was too...."
With a huff she crosses her arms and mutters.

"It wasn't that hard..."
November 16, 2024 at 4:26 PM
November 16, 2024 at 1:54 AM
[ Starters : ]
November 16, 2024 at 1:52 AM
Reluctantly she takes it and holds it close to her chest.

"...thanks."
Holds out the bucket

"Here the bucket for ya !"

Smiling
I will throw up.
November 15, 2024 at 9:27 PM
With a huff she crosses her arms and mutters.

"It wasn't that hard..."
"Thank you...."

He rubs his helm where the datadisk struck him.
"That...forget it."

Shoulders dropping she sighs in resignation.

"I," she grimaces. "A p o l o g i s e."
November 15, 2024 at 9:26 PM
"If you want to be doused in regurgitated Energon then do remain close, fleshy."
November 15, 2024 at 9:26 PM
I will throw up.
November 15, 2024 at 9:13 PM
"That...forget it."

Shoulders dropping she sighs in resignation.

"I," she grimaces. "A p o l o g i s e."
"B-B-But....I'm not even an Autobot...."

Whimpering.
"You—" she hesitates before tapping her insignia.

"This means no apologies."

Despite her words her spark isn't in it.
November 15, 2024 at 9:13 PM
"You—" she hesitates before tapping her insignia.

"This means no apologies."

Despite her words her spark isn't in it.
"Say......Say sorry....."
November 15, 2024 at 8:47 PM
Why is he crying—
November 15, 2024 at 8:45 PM
"I didn't throw it that hard—" the receptors on the sides of her head tilt back.

"You're a big guy, you can take it."
"Why.....Why did you do that?"

He is on the verge of tears.
Oh, don't be like that.
November 15, 2024 at 6:59 PM
"How witty."

Her words are dry and uninspired as she pretends to examine her digits.

"Would you be so bold without your shielding?" Her voice dips into a taunt as she shifts to her feet and her head cocks to the side, "not to mention, that titanium shell you cower in?"
November 15, 2024 at 4:27 PM