As to why I care, dunno. Maybe you've grown on me.

[ Snicker. ]

Chittering growls came from his chassis as pronged glossa peeked from his a semi split lower jaw. An abhorrent feature, but one that caused his particular dietary needs.. Synthetic could do so much. Features quickly retracted, as he lowers his home, taking another hit. ]

Old friends they could be considered, toxic waste building in his emergon lines. Sitting against the balcony railing helm leaned back in a disassociated daze. Empty canisters scattered about his pedes with sickly green biolights illuminated across the predacons frame.

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