𝘽𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙁𝙁. ˖*°࿐

{ a smile breaks across his features, happily and quietly settling in to sleep nestled within the other’s hold— especially if onslaught is on the brink of sleep! no more yapping for tonight. }

good night, onslaught…

{ grabbed?!! he doesn’t have an issue with this at all, just merely shocked at the action. this will take some getting used to for sure, settling in onslaught’s grasp. * 😌 }

{ a coach to WHAT, anger management? keep your thoughts to yourself… }

if a customer doesn’t test her patience… but, perhaps it will be a good thing for her. i’ll check on her when i stop in to get more of your tea.

{ nuzzle… }

HE has a job? ( 🤨 )

{ explains the extravagant house that’s MADE for a triple changer’s size. totally not jealous… }

hmm. well, as long as they’re happy, i suppose…

she wouldn’t tell me * why she decided to even get a job— much less a menial one.

{ he’s trying to gauge onslaught’s thoughts on the matter while being sneaky about it. trace, trace… }

funny. as much as you dislike the triple changer, he said the exact same thing.

{ dimming his visor to a more suitable hue, fighting the urge to chuckle. just trace little shapes into his palm, shuttle. }

all seems well, so far. i’ll keep you posted on her endeavors.

i see… i was catching up with vortex. apparently, she’s got herself a job— an actual job, retail by the sounds of it.

{ even he seems shocked, but finds it much more interesting to nuzzle further into onslaught’s frame. cozy… }

mm? you were waiting for me? why didn’t you say anything?

{ silly onslaught, as perceptive as blast off is, he isn’t a mind reader. as much as he wishes he were one. a hand reaching to fiddle with his leader’s… }

{ have room for one more? blast off is very quiet when it comes to onslaught sleeping for once, carefully sliding under the covers… snuggle time! }

{ yaaawwwnn… it’s about that time to get ready for bed! making his way to onslaught’s office. }

{ they sure have gotten close, haven’t they? he grins before his own mask activates to cover his features soon after, coming to a stand by his leader. off to the paint shop you go, you two! }

mm…?

{ you’re making his spark spin, onslaught. optics softening beyond the visor, he raises a hand to rest atop the other’s, offering a comforting squeeze. }

thank you, onslaught. i appreciate that… but i wouldn’t want you to face any of those… grotesque individuals. eugh.
ready to get going?

we should just leave well enough alone. he probably believes i’m offlined, and that our team is in a state of disarray.

{ he states, a sigh escaping at the thought. he very well could have died— it doesn’t escape him. }

yet, we’re stronger than ever. i’d say that’s a good thing, hm?

you don’t… have to worry about that, you know? the djd is much too dangerous to try and… one up or anything. i’m sure you already realize that.

{ blast off forces a smile, reaching a hand to brush against the larger’s cheek for a moment before sitting himself up. }

that’d be nice. in case i come across that unsightly felon again. ( 💢 )

{ he huffs, lingering closer to nudge his nose against onslaught’s. relishing the moment, it would seem. }

you’d want to come with me?

{ optics slightly widening beneath his visor, soon settling in a gentle hue. }

you could get a touch up, too. i’d pay for it.

{ small purrrring… }

i have to go get my paint redone today... do you need anything while i’m out?

{ muchhhh better… sighs in relief, even draping his leg over onslaught’s frame. }

mmn. i’ll be fine… you’re comfortable.

{ snuggling closer… not as if that helps the heated problem. * ♨️ }

{ currently flopped over on the couch— similar to like a damsel in distress, his frame is just a touch overheated. dramatic. }

{ this is blast off we’re talking about— of course that’s what he wants! his touch increases with the progression of affection above, his frame moving in sync with onslaught’s without missing a beat. can you hear his rumbling engine?! purrrrr! * ♨️ }

mnn—!

{ a pleased flicker of his visor, happily pressing into the kiss to fully reciprocate, all but the nibbling. that catches him by surprise, his hand gently grabbing up where it currently rests, noticing the warmth exiting the larger’s frame. scoot CLOSER, let him hold you for a second. }

then, continue…

{ blast off whispers, lips pressing along the other’s jawline, trailing up to the corner of his mouth. his hand releases the gentle grasp upon his wrist in favor of sliding up his arm, resting on onslaught’s chassis instead. purrrrr… }

you don’t have to.

{ softly muttered as he ventures closer to onslaught’s jaw, nuzzling against it for a moment. seemingly testing the waters at this point, hidden optics flickering to his lips. tempting. }

i don’t mind it, if it’s you.

… no. it doesn’t seem like you want to, either.

{ teasingly squinting his optics from beneath his visor, a hand traveling up to caress the other’s servo, loosely cuffing around his wrist. touching just to do so. }

( ‼️ )

{ he’s trying not to have a reaction, but it’s onslaught of all mecha, rapidly blinking his optics while giving him a look. * 🤨 }

yes… er, having fun?

still— you didn’t do any work in that timespan. i know you don’t… like pushing that off for later.

{ the shuttle is snuggling into his side now, finding comfort just as he always does. }

all i need now is my paint touched up. ( ♨️ )

… mm - hmm— is that okay?

{ being brought close is always accepted, not as if blast off entirely expected it, but he IS leaning into onslaught’s frame. just a little. }

i wanted to say thank you, for taking care of me while i was wounded. again.

is that so?

{ the shuttle sounds happy despite his questioning, not as skilled as his leader in hiding what he’s feeling. lifting up to a stand, he’s moseying on over to where onslaught lays, moving in to rest beside him in the recliner. blinking his violet visor at him. * ✨ }

wonderful, then.