/pats your backstruts/
/wraps arms around your waist and rests chin on your chest/
/cuddles/
I am Cyclonus, second in command to the Mighty Galvatron. I await the day of this era's destruction and his rise.
/allows his faceplates to be squished and manipulated into an expression hardly seen ever from him/
So it will be burned.
/grabs cleanser and a cloth and rubs it not so gracefully on your face and helm/
Y-yeah yeah! Burning whatever you say. /scrub/
/internal sigh but stands there compliantly/
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/once he’s done scrubbing your face he just leans forward and rests his head on your chest, the freak out having drained his energy to a not so annoying level/
/pats your backstruts/
/allows his faceplates to be squished and manipulated into an expression hardly seen ever from him/
So it will be burned.
/grabs cleanser and a cloth and rubs it not so gracefully on your face and helm/
Y-yeah yeah! Burning whatever you say. /scrub/
/internal sigh but stands there compliantly/
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Anonymous asked:
Wait... you and Breaks got something going on?
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/oh lawd anon where have you been/
/shakes his helm and continues/
The apron can be burned. /scrubs your faceplates/
/chubby cheek squish/
…But I like it
/pauses/
…It is a pink article of cloth that holds no true purpose for myself.
/squishes your cheeks and pinches your faceplates into a forced smile/
…………ok
/allows his faceplates to be squished and manipulated into an expression hardly seen ever from him/
So it will be burned.
/shakes his helm and continues/
The apron can be burned. /scrubs your faceplates/
/chubby cheek squish/
…But I like it
/pauses/
…It is a pink article of cloth that holds no true purpose for myself.
Very well. I shall indulge this paranoia of yours.
/dumps cleaner on you and starts scrubbing/
Gah! Muhhh…T-thank you…You need to be cleaned t-too! Your apron needs to g-get washed and everything!
/shakes his helm and continues/
The apron can be burned. /scrubs your faceplates/
Breakdown, you are not infected with anything.
/grabs your servos to stop them/
You don— ghghzhghozidf d-don’t know that! Better safe than sorry!
Very well. I shall indulge this paranoia of yours.
/dumps cleaner on you and starts scrubbing/
thedemonsurfer asked:
Just, you know, some food for thought.
/ignoring you now/
badluckbreak replied to your post: badluckbreak replied to your post: badluckbreak…
SPACE PLAGUEBreakdown. Cease.
/trying so hard not to cover your mouth/
/is running around the room shrieking/
SPACE PLAGUE MUST CLEANSE.
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/follows after you and wraps an arm around your middle to hold you the fuck still while he turns on the spray/
/squirms and grabs for anything to scrub with but he just drops everything within reach/
Breakdown, you are not infected with anything.
/grabs your servos to stop them/