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re_alignment_logs2012-12-01 11:15 pm
chatterbot) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-01 11:15 pm
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life is essentially a chess game
WHO: chatterbot and sixmillionyears
WHERE: Swerve's room; Alpha Trion's Temple
WHEN On the cusp of the Glyphless going insane
WHAT: Tailgate and Swerve get awkwardly affectionate with each other, and then they stop being affectionate.
WARNINGS: Violence, Gore, Adult situations between robots
It's no secret that Swerve likes Tailgate. He's short, awkward, and his naivete makes him pretty cute. Tailgate is someone Swerve wants to be friends with. Close friends, when the mood strikes him. It's not really a secret that all anyone needs to do with Swerve is ask. Chances are, more people would know that if they questioned him about it, but no one does, so no one knows. He can't really bring himself to care. He's interested in everyone's business. They don't need to be interested in his.
Co-habitation with Tailgate hasn't been all that bad. They fit pretty well in the room he's been given, well enough for them to move around each other without touching, which Swerve has never bothered to do, because he's just that kind of mech. Between slowly trying to get Tailgate to open up, and a few pranks here and there, it's probably one of the best things on this planet that he's got going on. Not better than bartending though. Let's not get ridiculous.
So it's a few weeks in when he realizes that, yeah, he may be acting a little more touchy than usual. Running a hand over your roommates thigh-plating probably isn't an A-okay thing to do, but Swerve once poked a total stranger in the aft, so it's not like he's particularly sensitive to the personal space needs of others. So if he casually soothes a hand down Tailgate's thigh and lets it linger, he's not going to be the one making a big deal about it.
chatterbot and sixmillionyearsWHERE: Swerve's room; Alpha Trion's Temple
WHEN On the cusp of the Glyphless going insane
WHAT: Tailgate and Swerve get awkwardly affectionate with each other, and then they stop being affectionate.
WARNINGS: Violence, Gore, Adult situations between robots
It's no secret that Swerve likes Tailgate. He's short, awkward, and his naivete makes him pretty cute. Tailgate is someone Swerve wants to be friends with. Close friends, when the mood strikes him. It's not really a secret that all anyone needs to do with Swerve is ask. Chances are, more people would know that if they questioned him about it, but no one does, so no one knows. He can't really bring himself to care. He's interested in everyone's business. They don't need to be interested in his.
Co-habitation with Tailgate hasn't been all that bad. They fit pretty well in the room he's been given, well enough for them to move around each other without touching, which Swerve has never bothered to do, because he's just that kind of mech. Between slowly trying to get Tailgate to open up, and a few pranks here and there, it's probably one of the best things on this planet that he's got going on. Not better than bartending though. Let's not get ridiculous.
So it's a few weeks in when he realizes that, yeah, he may be acting a little more touchy than usual. Running a hand over your roommates thigh-plating probably isn't an A-okay thing to do, but Swerve once poked a total stranger in the aft, so it's not like he's particularly sensitive to the personal space needs of others. So if he casually soothes a hand down Tailgate's thigh and lets it linger, he's not going to be the one making a big deal about it.
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"Oh!" He takes a hand off Tailgate to snap his fingers, which turns out to not actually be a thing he can do. Instead, he just skims a hand up Tailgate's thigh and taps the tip at the top.
"Cleaning cloths on the right, and I've got some engex on the left that I brought back from the bar."
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Tailgate quickly locates the necessary supplies, gathering them up into his arms and looking down at Swerve. The other mech has been awfully touchy feely today, enough that Tailgate's systems have already started to respond, a low, pleasant hum rippling through his sensornet.
"Can you help me down?"
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"Just sorta tip back. I've got ya."
There's a short pause.
"Like fifty-fifty chance we won't fall."
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There's no way he's serious.
Wait, this is Swerve. It's entirely possible that he's 100% serious about being 50% sure he could catch him. Sigh. Okay. What's the worst that could happen? Swerve fumbles it and Tailgate ends up on the floor. Yeah, sure, that's liveable.
"Try not to drop me--!"
And then Tailgate's tipping back, wondering how the hell Swerve manages to talk him into these kinds of things with minimal effort.
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"I'm not making any promises."
If he said that he hadn't considered purposefully pulling away and letting Tailgate fall on his ass, he'd be a liar, because that would be hilarious. Still, Alpha Trion's words stick in his mind and there's this nagging feeling that he should be taking advantage of whatever time they have together.
So in the end, he does manage to catch Tailgate, but he does sort of stumble a bit. Swerve is made for the almost hilariously frustrating work of metallurgy and metal working, which is surprisingly delicate stuff. He's not really made for catching other mechs pridal style.
"That wasn't so bad. Fifty-fifty's not the worst odds, anyway. Well, actually I kind of lied a bit, since it was more like a thirty for and seventy against that I'd catch you, but it worked out for the best, right?"
He grins at Tailgate, and damn if it isn't a little cheeky.