Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any song lyrics used within.
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The days following Razor's revelation were calm, if a bit... strained. While Briar had no qualms about riding inside of the femme, their conversations were, at bet, forced. How did you sleep? Are you hungry? Do you need anything? Basic, if talking to a robot was basic. Then came the drop off at work. Have fun. That was all Razor said about work; Have fun. Briar didn't need to know what the femme did all day, if the femme even did anything.
Still... Razor had been polite about the whole thing. If either of them still had a problem, it was Briar, and she knew what that problem was. The woman took a deep breath, and stepped out of the kitchen, onto the garage deck. "Razor?"
Razor bobbed on her wheels. "Uh, yeah?"
Briar leaned over the wooden railing, arms crossed and elbows propping her up. "You can transform if you wanna. The guys left a while ago."
"Did they?"
"Yup. Allen has a date. Dunno where the others ran off to, just that they ran off."
The femme remained in vehicle mode. "Dunno when they'll be back?"
"I didn't ask." Briar stayed still, giving a slow blink. Well, this plan fell on its ass, didn't it? "If... you wanna stay a car-"
The car expanded into the form of a biped, and Briar was face to faceplate with Razor. "No problem, dun worry." Her bluish hands rested on either side of the humans own, but said human pulled back to look up at her, dark eyes wide with wonder. The femme lowered her hands as well, and smiled softly at the woman. When was the last time she'd gotten a look like that one? "Any reason ya wanted t' see me standin'?"
"I wanted to get a better look at you... is all, uh," Briar wasn't usually one to fumble her words, but it wasn't every day that one found a robot in their garage. So many spikes! "Can I ask you stuff?"
The femme gave the human the go-ahead with a quick nod.
Briar took a steadying breath. "How many spikes do you have?"
"Forty eight. On th' dot." Razor rolled her shoulders to flex the three on each side. "They sharp, and they move wit' me. Can't lock up mid fight, y'know?" The femme rested her hands to her hips, before she looked up to the ceiling. Her tallest audio spikes didn't even reach the rafters. Good. That meant she could stretch. The femme gave her arms and back a nice, long stretch, hands laced over her helm. Her palms tapped against a rafter with a low thud. She made a face at the sound.
The human watched as Razor resumed standing, arms to her sides. Her fingers curled against the hip spikes, thumbs in the gap like they were belt loops. "Can I see your hands?"
She was a tad confused. "M' hands?" What were- Oh, duh! Hands were servos, servos were hands. Razor had forgotten that human anatomy and bot anatomy had different names. Hand worked. Razor lifted them, palms facing the human. "Go on."
Briar reached upwards with kid gloves, brows raised. She wanted to touch, but... was she allowed to? The robot had been under her butt for weeks now, but this wasn't that. Razor made the decision for her by extending her arms toward her.
Razor let out a soft chuckle. "I don't bite, darlin'." The femme filled the gap so that bony hand met bluish servo.
Razor's palms were cool to the touch, but once the human's warmth spread across the flexible, metal plates, the warmth of mechanical life was felt. The sort of warmth one found radiating from an oven; Mechanical, not organic. Briar came to the realization that, while Razor was indeed large, she wasn't huge. She'd only seemed huge that first night, and even huger the next morning. If Briar had to guess, the femme wasn't much more than fifteen feet tall. "...You don't have pinkies."
The femme shrugged. "Dun need 'em."
With that, the human pulled her hands away, and Razor let her arms hang at her sides. Briar turned to the stairs and headed down. Her bare feet cooled on the concrete, bare as the floor under them. She wanted to get a look at the femme from the ground level.
"Er... the other night."
"Mmm?"
"When I asked you to put your hands up?" The femme nodded for the human to continue. "Why'd you do it?"
Razor blinked slowly. "You asked me to?" She sat on her aft, one knee to the sky, her other leg stretched out straight. "I'd been droppin' hints that I'd been more than a car."
"...you mean, parking crooked?"
"Crooked?"
"Yeah! You park crooked." Briar crossed her arms.
Razor stared, optics contracting. She groaned to herself, "I really am getting' old." The femme rubbed the flat of her crest, squinting a violet optic. "I meant th' music."
"Oh."
"Yeah. Not good with beginnins, as ya can tell." The femme smirked. She had hoped that she would be able to show herself in a few months, not a few weeks. Oh well, this was better. "So, how was your day?"
Briar didn't want to fall back into that routine. She didn't have work that day. "Uh... it was okay, I guess..." The nervousness she had felt around Razor had been easing from her thoughts over the first few days. She had stopped seeing the giant, frightful robot, and became more of a, well, a roommate. A big, metal, roommate. "You stretch your legs enough?" The groan that came from her legs was off-putting.
"Mm, not really. Why ya ask?"
Here went everything. "My neighbors? The only ones I have? They own the land we're on. They rent it out to farmers to use for livestock."
The robot nodded slowly.
"Well, there's a hundred or so acres back there. No one comes around and it's surrounded by woods." Briar tried to smile. "If you ever wanna go for, like, a run or something, you have room to do it without anyone seeing you."
Razor blinked and cocked her helm to the side. "...what?"
She sputtered out the rest. "Well this garage is kinda small and I've only seen you like this one other time-"
"Briar," Razor's audios twisted about before aiming at the human. "inhale."
The human did as asked, more than embarrassed that she'd been wound up by a simple offer. Maybe she wasn't getting past how nervous the femme made her.
The bluish robot nodded before leaning downwards. She perched herself on her hands and bent her elbows to get closer to the human. They were at eye level as the femme soothed, "In, and out. Can't have you hyperventilating, can we, darlin'?" Razor's smile was filled with humor. The nervous human was cute, in the way a scared animal was; cute, in a sad way. "That's better. Now then," Her smile turned into a grin, showing her fang filled maw. "Where is this place for a femme to stretch?"
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R&R
