The biker folds his arms, taking a moment to pause and try to hide the tremor in his own body. Nothing, he wants to feel nothing. He hates this. The strange grinding sensation in his chassis. It's horrible.
"I'm done. I'm sick of ... of this."
It's not exactly like the way Kirisaki turned his back on him. There's a lot of differences. Deckerd's nothing like his human ex-partner, thankfully, and Deckerd didn't leave of his own free will.
And. There are other more emotional matters that he can't deal with right now. Or ever, if he has his way.
"Some robot I am, huh? Getting all worked up like this."
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The biker folds his arms, taking a moment to pause and try to hide the tremor in his own body. Nothing, he wants to feel nothing. He hates this. The strange grinding sensation in his chassis. It's horrible.
"I'm done. I'm sick of ... of this."
It's not exactly like the way Kirisaki turned his back on him. There's a lot of differences. Deckerd's nothing like his human ex-partner, thankfully, and Deckerd didn't leave of his own free will.
And. There are other more emotional matters that he can't deal with right now. Or ever, if he has his way.
"Some robot I am, huh? Getting all worked up like this."