HA, Wing's shipping instincts prove right once again! If he knew he might do a little victory fist pump...
Wing doesn't mind the sprawling or errant hands or-- well okay maybe THAT tickles a little STOP-- and seems to be more amused by it all than embarrassed. He's just hoping Fracas doesn't notice the warmth of his plating--which was that way before the vehicon arrived and the pile-o-robot shenanigans haven't exactly cooled things off. All the more reason to help new flyer get to his feet, or at least find a safe spot seated on the berth.
"I...didn't actually know that. He does fine work, from what I can tell." Yes maybe he's looking, but it's the judgmental eye of a fellow flyer not a leering admirer. Maybe later, Fracas. And then his processor catches up with the conversation. "Oh. So this is your way of hiding from him?"
Wing's not mad. But there's the sound of disappointment inside the understanding.
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Wing doesn't mind the sprawling or errant hands or-- well okay maybe THAT tickles a little STOP-- and seems to be more amused by it all than embarrassed. He's just hoping Fracas doesn't notice the warmth of his plating--which was that way before the vehicon arrived and the pile-o-robot shenanigans haven't exactly cooled things off. All the more reason to help new flyer get to his feet, or at least find a safe spot seated on the berth.
"I...didn't actually know that. He does fine work, from what I can tell." Yes maybe he's looking, but it's the judgmental eye of a fellow flyer not a leering admirer. Maybe later, Fracas. And then his processor catches up with the conversation. "Oh. So this is your way of hiding from him?"
Wing's not mad. But there's the sound of disappointment inside the understanding.