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Pt. 14: "exhibitionism"
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Circuit boosters sort of shot-putted a mech's sense of modesty, Fulcrum found out firsthand.
"I'm going to frag someone, right here and now!" Misfire crowed in the middle of a crowded corridor in a space station halfway to nowhere, and Krok facepalmed in a manner so expressive everybody who saw him knew this was not the first time he'd dealt with this particular steaming pile of slag. There were plenty of people looking, many of them suddenly interested in the ragtag group of Decepticons in their midst.
Crankcase had the gall to actually look bored.
Spinister just shrugged when Fulcrum looked to him. "That's circuit boosters for you. All the energy of a battalion, and most of the libido of one."
"You!" Fulcrum yipped as Misfire took advantage of his inexperience to snag him around the waist. "Let's get with the interfacing!"
"But we're in a - " Hallway, he wanted to say, but there was a mouth on his that took the word right out of his voxbox.
Misfire kissed the way he talked: noisy, hands everywhere, and never pausing an instant to let his mouth rest. Fulcrum forgot about their audience somewhere around the time Krok resigned himself to acting as a traffic cop redirecting the flow of pedestrians to walk around the two mechs now fragging on the corridor floor.
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