Post by Perceptor-3 on Aug 21, 2008 23:26:30 GMT -5
Perceptor is floating in a very comfortable, very sated warm place when his com chirps at him, thrusting him out of his drifting lethargy into groggy wakefulness. Well, semi-wakefulness.
Botanica is radioing him. His precious flower needs fed and comes to him for that care.
Yes, someone is quite smug this morning, especially with a certain silver Autobot curled up in a tight little ball with her back to his chest, still offline, in this safe little nook. No hangover - thanks to his concoction - with every servo and motor relay just faintly aching in such a delicious manner that overwhelms even that dark blight that newly festers within, Jazz still offline against him, and another of his mechs come a calling to curry favor.
Yes, someone is certainly very, very smug this morning. Hopefully Shockwave spent a very lonely and unsatisfying night. Alone. Unlike him.
Perceptor smirks faintly and runs a single fingertip along Jazz's hip, knowing that even such a light touch is likely to awaken the wary mech.
Botanica is radioing him. His precious flower needs fed and comes to him for that care.
Yes, someone is quite smug this morning, especially with a certain silver Autobot curled up in a tight little ball with her back to his chest, still offline, in this safe little nook. No hangover - thanks to his concoction - with every servo and motor relay just faintly aching in such a delicious manner that overwhelms even that dark blight that newly festers within, Jazz still offline against him, and another of his mechs come a calling to curry favor.
Yes, someone is certainly very, very smug this morning. Hopefully Shockwave spent a very lonely and unsatisfying night. Alone. Unlike him.
Perceptor smirks faintly and runs a single fingertip along Jazz's hip, knowing that even such a light touch is likely to awaken the wary mech.
