send ๐ + a dirty thought and/or fantasy your muse has had about mine. let's see how my muse responds.
"Convince me?"
Sharp clawtips hook under her chin and gently lift it so she's looking at him.
"As if I need convincing..."
Smash or Pass Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, and Megatron
SIGH.
"Smash, I don't know who that is, and absolutely not."
Heโs out of options. Everything is too hot and too much, and he knows how to make it all stop.
::Idk who this is but free sex. Iโm offering. Just. Iโm gonna explode. Interface. Now.::
And lo, it has happened. The weirdest comm. call Dreadwing has ever gotten.
It takes him several seconds to even come up with a response, given he's not doing especially well either.
:: ... Excuse me? ::
"If you wanna frag, all you gotta do is ask. Just wanna make sure it won't be a regret in the mornin."
...
"Come here."
"Dreadwing? Hello? I brought the Rumikub set! Oh, and some tea that Ratchet recommended. We still on for today?"
At first, there is no answer. The Sky Claw II looms ominously, all dark plating, sharp curves and knifelike spires. Primus only knew where Dreadwing had gotten his beloved starship -- he's usually rather moot on the subject.
But then, among the distant din of the nearby busy spaceport, one particular engine sound gets louder and closer.
Dreadwing banks overhead, spiraling down to bleed off speed before transforming and landing to the aft of his ship.
"Sky Claw, cargo bay ramp, please."
"Of course."
"Thank you." And finally, the Seeker actually notices the scout. Wait. What day is it? Ah, slag.
"I dislike admitting forgetting appointments, but here we are." Silver claws gesture to the now lowered ramp up into the lower parts of the vessel. "I hope I did not keep you waiting long."
praising / being praised
Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants | Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both
Praise also has its place! He doesn't get off on it, per se, but being told one is doing their job well is always nice, isn't it?