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He takes her servo in his and walks with her into the crystal maze. It's a bit awkward, with the size difference, but he likes walking this way with his tiny femme. He likes carrying her too, but that can come later. "They say that a couple that finds their way to the center of the maze the first time they enter it is destined to remain together. Should we try to find our way there?"
She laughs, a beautifully musical sound, "That is very optimistic talk for just the second date." She nuzzles his servo, "And yes, we should. As long as you don't cheat. No making the way there because you have a map to the place. I bet that would ruin the spirit of it, and make it impossible for us to stay together."
He smiles, "I fully agree. It also helps that I really don't have a map of the maze. We'll have to make our way there blind."
She crinkles her optics in a smile, and squeezes his servo, "Good. I'd... I'd like it if we do stay together. It means that you can accept me for me. I'd like that a very great deal."
"I already accept you." He brushes a servo against her back. "Let's find the center, shall we? It's a very large maze." She nods, and they walk together, stopping at each possible branching point in the path. "Left or right?" he asks at the first one, and Sari concentrates.
"Left." They walk down that path for a bit, and she smiles at him, "I guess we'll take turns choosing the way."
He nods, and guides them down the right fork, and follows when she picks the middle path at the next branch. They pass another couple, who smile at them.
"Looking for the center?" the cyclebot asks, leaning against his larger cranebot lover. "Very few bots find it."
He shrugs, "We'll still try. Even if we don't make it, the journey is still fun." He presses his fingers against Sari, smiling at her with dim and happy optics, "I get to be with her, so it is not a problem if we take a little longer than we planned." He didn't plan any length of time, and he is more than willing to stay out here until she falls into recharge in his arms. He would likely end up taking her home to his place, and give her his berth while he recharged on the couch.
She giggles, leaning against him, "I am sure we'll find it eventually. Even if it isn't on this trip."
The other mechs smile wider, and the cranebot replies, "You won't get Primus's blessing if you don't find it this first trip. They say there's a trick to finding it, of course. I wish you luck in figuring it out." The pair walks away, whispering soft words to each other.
They'd looked rather familiar. "I think they own this maze," Sentinel muses to himself aloud. A trick to finding the right path? He was intrigued now.
Sari tugs on his servo, "C'mon. I bet we're almost there."
He lets her lead him along, looking for what could possibly be the way in, and then blinks at the next path. Catching her shoulder, he points at the left one, "Did the others have these little crystals in them?"
She tilts her head, looking at them, "Well, yeah. That's the ones I've been choosing when they come up. I don't know if they're right or anything, but it feels like we should be going there."
He smiles, "Then let's just follow those, then? Since you think we should be, we will. I had been choosing at random, but you actually had a plan."
"It's not much of a plan," she says, rubbing the back of her helm sheepishly. "There are a lot of colors, and I don't know which ones are right. I mean, I think the blue ones are, because we seem to be moving deeper when I pick a blue path, but there are red and green ones, and a few pinks. I-"
Sentinel studies the colors at the next path, finding a green marked side and a silver marked one. He smiles, suddenly aware of the meaning of them. "They're Primus's colors."
She blinks at him, "What?"
"The ones we're meant to follow. Blue, white, silver. Primus's colors. I imagine there might be a few yellow as well."
She reaches up to him, "Well, then carry me. You go faster when I'm not here dragging you behind. We can hurry to the center now that you figured it out."
If she wasn't her, he'd tell her to transform, but the idea of making his little femme go into vehiclemode to keep up makes his spark hurt. She is a little scooterbot, and wouldn't be fast no matter what. Besides, he loves holding her. And that assumes that she can go into without help. She might very well be visiting a medic to help her transform off-planet.
He scoops her up, nuzzling her lovingly, "I can do that." he smiles at her secretively, "Then if we make it, you'll know that I won't leave you, no matter your secret." He hopes the secret really is about her having been a Decepticon, and not a terrible one. He's already come to terms with that.
Sari looks at him sadly. "If we find the center, I'll . . tell you my secret."
He kisses her tenderly, lips brushing against her mask. "You do not have to tell me if you don't want to yet, Sari. It is your choice." He won't force her to, not yet. If she hasn't told him in a stellar cycle, he'll demand to know it. But not yet.
"I'll tell you," she promises, "if you take me to the center of the maze."
He kisses her again, optics dim, "Only if you want. You're allowed to change your mind when we get there." He barely knows her. Only two sols together other than the ten stellar cycles he was chasing after her. If it is truly so terrible, he will want time to get used to her. To break it off slowly. He won't let her be hurt by him. He promised her, and he keeps his promises.
She curls up next to him, optics offline, "I won't change my mind."
He pets her back, walking through the maze, following the colors of Primus. He hits a wall that he thinks is a dead end until he turns to the right, and sees that the hallway they went down was just there to hide the door out. Walking through, he gasps softly in amazement at the sight of what's in the center of the maze.
A very detailed sculpture of Primus.
He stares at it, and wishes he could touch it, but a statue like this is sacred. It cannot be defiled by servos on it. Sentinel kneels down in front of it, and Sari blinks at him again.
"What are you doing?"
Sentinel bows his helm and whispers a soft prayer to his god, for luck, and a good relationship with his femme. When he lifts his helm, he thinks the statue looks a bit brighter, but it's nothing more than a trick of the light. "Praying," he answers simply, before pulling Sari onto his lap, closer to his chest. "If you have something to ask of him, now is a good time."
She looks over at the statue, and tilts her head. He isn't sure if she's praying or not, but it takes a long moment for her to return her attention to him. She tucks her knees under her adorable head, "I... I told you I'd tell you. So I'm going-"
He puts a finger to her facemask, "You really don't have to if you don't want to. You told me that Optimus and his team should be there with you as you said it. I am willing to wait."
She offlines her optics, turning her head, "N-no. I should tell you now. You took me here, and I said I would. You... you should know sooner, rather than later. So you can just leave if you do hate me for it."
"I won't leave you."
She makes a half-laugh, half-sobbing sound. "You will. You- . . just look." She transforms, and Sentinel wonders what's so terrible about her alt, and then-
He's staring at an organic.
An eerily familiar organic.
Suddenly, he remembers why the name 'Sari' sounded so familiar to him. Sari was Optimus's organic companion. His 'human' friend. Sentinel feels his frame shudder.
But for the life of him, he can't tell if it's in disgust or arousal. Sari is staring at him with wide organic optics, terrified visibly that he's going to reject her. Sentinel forces himself to reach out, spark aching when she flinches from his servos. Her organic flesh doesn't burn him, and she's not leaking acid anywhere.
He gently pulls her against his chest and rubs her back, very careful not to apply too much pressure. Her frame is . . . so soft this way. He's terrified of damaging her. He... really isn't sure how much he likes her now. Not sure at all. She is wonderfully soft and even more delicate, but... she's an organic.
Techno-organic, he supposes it more correct. But, still. She's... not a bot.
But he promised not to hurt her. Telling her she's disgusting and horrible - especially when she doesn't seem to be anything dangerous - would be hurting her. If he truly can't handle this, then he will let her down slowly. Won't hurt her, and will make her think it was her own choice to get rid of him, rather than because he convinced her.
He rubs her back, kissing the top of her head cautiously, "I told you that I won't leave you because of this."
She looks up at him, organic optics wide and leaking, "R-really?"
He wonders if the leaking fluids are toxic, and if he'll need to be decontaminated afterwards. "Really." He risks it and kisses her cheek, his lips wet with the strange fluids now. They taste . . odd. Not bad, but strange. "You . . shouldn't let other bots see you this way, though. Most bots are afraid of organics. They don't have the exposure to them that I have had." He's even touched organics before. He's very skilled with handling them now. Even with their acid slimes and spit.
Frag. Now he's going to have to research organics from her little mudball planet.
Sari sniffles, "You . . you're not afraid of me? You don't think I'm disgusting?"
He thought she was very . . soft. Very soft and squishy, and he sort of wonders if he can rub her soft parts against his spark. "You aren't disgusting, and I'm not afraid of you." He likes her more as a bot, though, but he imagines he's forgiven for thinking that. He is a bot, and that would give him a bias for such things.
He lets her kiss him, flicking his glossa out carefully to meet her organic one. It takes everything he has not to shudder at the sliminess of it. It is gross, and he doesn't like it. He rubs her back as she transforms back. That is much better, even if he misses her softness. She kisses him again, facemask retracted. "I..." She gives him a shy but happy look, "I should have believed you when you said you wouldn't hurt me." She puts the facemask back on, cuddling against him. "I think I'm ready to go home now."
He carries her out of the maze, trying to forget the slimy wriggling of her organic glossa. He thinks of her soft, supple frame instead, and feels his spark heat a bit. He never thought he'd be getting aroused by thoughts of an organic.
Sentinel drives her home, and she keeps rubbing his steering wheel inappropriately, stroking her thumbs over it. When he gets her to the beginning of the ninjabot district, she slips out and kisses his window again. "Thank you for tonight, Sentinel. I liked it. A lot."
He flicks his windshield wipers, "I'm glad, Sari." And he is. He kind of wishes that she hadn't told him right then, but he will live. He can deal with this. He just... needs to figure out what he's going to do about everything.
He drives back home, and heads straight to his washrack. He wants to disinfect himself to the best of his abilities. In his mouth, anyway. His frame is just fine, while his mouth still has that slime on it. That's so disgusting, he doesn't even know what is in it.
He still needs to research organics on that mudball she lives on.
There's remarkably little on organics from earth in the datapads. Optimus has submitted a file to the records with some basic information, as has the medic, Ratchet, but it's still incredibly limited. Apparently, her species does not spit acid or leak slime, even if he's positive there's slime in their mouths.
Ratchet calls it 'saliva' and claims it's full of 'digestive enzymes,' which doesn't make him feel any better. It's slime that the organics use to digest their prey. But as long as he keeps his contact with it fairly minimal, he should be safe. The toxicity levels that Ratchet suggests are very low, but he can't trust that rustbucket medic's studies all that much.
He's going through the datapads a second time when there's a knock at the door, and Optimus walks in without waiting for his answer. Again. He's wondering why he even has a door on his office if it won't keep Optimus away. He may as well sit out in the desk he has set up in the main area.
The Magnus stomps over to him, and Sentinel is not the least bit surprised to see all the rest of his team joins in. His office is not made to hold this many bots, especially one that is Bulkhead's size - he researched their names, so he now knows he had gotten Bulkhead and Bumblebee mixed up.
He sighs softly, pushing the datapads away, not bothering to hide them. "Did you need something, Optimus Magnus, sir?" It is always best to remind Optimus of his rank, it keeps the mech from pressing him so hard.
"You . . . you've done something to Sari, haven't you?" Optimus looks one klik away from drawing his axe and attacking with it. "She claims she told you her secret and you accepted it."
The medic leans in, his expression unpleasant, "That means one of two things. You're planning on blackmailing her to get back at Optimus and the rest of us, or you're an organic fetishist. Which one is it?"
Sentinel frowns at them, "Neither. I like Sari, and she likes me. Her . . nature is not a hindrance to our relationship. Earth organics are not dangerous." His faceplates wrinkle a bit, "Kissing them is a bit strange, but they're harmless. I-"
The minibot shrieks at him, "You kissed her?"
He looks at the little yellow mech for a long moment, "What did you expect me to do on a second date? Sit there and do nothing when she climbed into my lap?"
Optimus starts to shake in anger, "You mean you pulled her into your lap. How dare you-"
He gives the truckbot a dirty look, "I will thank you not to accuse me of that, Optimus Magnus. I would never force someone to be with me. I never made her go out with me on that first date. If she had refused, I would have let her go, and that would have been the end of that. But she didn't. She decided, of her own freewill, to go with me to a play. Just like how she had wanted to go out to an energon shop and walk in a crystal garden." He isn't telling them that they most likely got a blessing from Primus out of it. He is hoping that this does turn out well, but he imagines they will do everything in their power to pull her away from him.
"She's techno-organic," Optimus says flatly. "You've made your opinions of them quite clear."
He tenses, "Organics can pose real threats to us, Optimus, and Elita-1 . . she's offline. Blackarachnia chose to be a Decepticon. She chose to commit sadistic acts of torture and experimentation on mechs and other organics. Do not judge my opinions on all techno-organics based on my opinions of her."
He is trying very hard to overcome his instinctive fear of organics. They are not helping.
Optimus's fists clench, and his team draws closer to him. Sentinel fears for a moment that they are going to attack him, but then the large green bot whispers something in Optimus's audio, and the mech relaxes, a smile spreading on his faceplates. "So, you claim you have no problem with organics? I'd like to see a little . . proof."
Sentinel's internal warnings start blaring at him. He knows that expression. "You-"
"We have a delegation from Tencton coming next sol. It's very kind of you to volunteer to serve as their escort while they are on planet."
Tencton . . . Tenctons . . he scans his databank and silences a groan. They're a species with dozens of slimy, oozing tentacles. A very friendly species who like to tug bots into their tentacles for hugs and groping, leaving disgusting, sticky slime behind. "Yes," he grits out between clenched denta, realizing this is the price he has to pay for dating their femme. "I would be happy to serve as their escort."
Optimus smiles, leaning on his desk, "Good. You'll need to get up bright and early to greet them. You know they like being here all sol long."
Oh, Primus, he does know. He had gotten out of any time they showed up before, completely unwilling to let them near him. Now... now he needs to do this, and it sickens him to his spark. At least with Sari, he had been chasing after her long enough to be able to hide his disgust, but now he's going to have to deal with the gross Tenctons.
He isn't looking forward to it at all.
"Yes, sir."
Optimus slaps him on the shoulder hard enough to leave a dent, but his expression is manic, almost frightening in its false cheer, "Just think, Sentinel Prime. If you do a good job here, I might promote you to be in charge of all of our organic relations with our allies."
Sentinel grits his denta harder, "Yes, sir."
The Tenctons are disgusting organics. They're not harmful, but they're covered in slime, leaving slime trails behind them, and they're terribly offended by cleaning drones, meaning that they have to make sure that the Tenctons never see the little drones that have been ordered to follow behind them and clean up.
They chirp like excited sparklings at the sight of him, rushing him like a wall of gross organic tentacles. He barely manages to keep from flailing in disgust as he's hugged and groped. His aft and all sorts of other embarrassing places are going to be covered in tiny dents from their touch. They can't press hard enough to hurt him, but he gets the impression that they want him to be covered in such terrible things.
One of them even has the audacity to rub a tentacle on his sparkplates, teasing it and giving him a look he knows from studying datapads on their expressions. It seems like the filthy thing is hoping that he will still be available by the end of the sol, and if she - and it is a she, due to how her frame is decorated - can drag him off to the berth.
That is never going to happen.
He pushes the tentacle away, squeezing it firmly to indicate that he is rejecting her offer. She gives him a sorrowful look and then wiggles her tentacles over the rest of his frame, until he's completely covered in sticky slime. He squelches as he walks with them down the halls, and a humiliated flush rushes to his cheeks when he hears his fellow Autobots barely hiding laughs as he passes. He gets a bit of revenge when one pretty cyclebot-Horsepower-gets dragged into the Tencton lovefest and molested just as much as Sentinel had been by their tentacles.
He is not going to be having fun this sol, and it is only going to get worse and worse. He has no interest in doing this other than to suffer through to show that he can deal with organics. That he is worth Sari's time.
And, really, Sari in her organic frame is downright appealing. He would let her use his frame however she wants, as long as he's never with the Tenctons again. She may be slimy in her mouth, but she would never cover him in it. She's far too tiny.
He would really prefer to keep her tucked in his arms right now, and not be here.
But he suffers through it for her. For his little femme. He suffers through the gropes and the slime, and the way their sticky slime oozes into his joints and burns after a megacycle or so. It isn't harming him, but his sensors react to it like it was, and it makes him so slagging itchy and miserable. He can't even sneak off to de-slime, because the nanoklik he'd come back, they'd slime him again, marking him as their escort in the disgusting, organic, primitive way that their species does. Sentinel shudders and sits beside them in the council chambers, absolutely silent. He doesn't even point out the stupid things Optimus keeps saying this time.
He feels sick and grumpy, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a solvent pool and not leave for a sol or five. Anything to get away from these disgusting organics.
When it is finally time to send them off, he can barely move for how his frame insists he is damaged. He waves them goodbye as they return to their ship, since they hadn't managed to get any bot to agree to let them into their berths, and he heads to a washrack in headquarters. Normally it is ignored or locked off, but now it is all his.
He doesn't have a solvent pool in his apartment, so he is grateful that the one here is available for him. Even more when he sees it is filled. He will step into it when he takes off almost all that he can in the solvent sprays.
Sentinel sinks into the pool, which is heated and wonderful, shuddering with pleasure as the solvents wash away the last traces of the slime. It feels so slagging good to have it gone, and his sensors finally stop screaming at him, no longer flashing thousands of damage warnings in his processor. "Frag," he mutters to himself, laying his helm against the edge of the pool for a klik, before ducking down under the solvents to wash that too. They'd gotten slime inside his pipes, which had been incredibly disgusting.
He can't believe he agreed to do this.
Sari had better appreciate the sacrifices he made for her. And she'd better understand if he didn't kiss her organic mouth for a decacycle or two because of Tecton flashbacks. One of them had managed to shove a tentacle into his mouth when he'd tried talking, and Sentinel had nearly purged when it had happened.
He sits with his optics offline, and nearly jumps out of his armor when there is a touch to his frame. He onlines his optics to see Sari next to him, thankfully fully armored. She has a cleaning cloth in her servos, and her mask off to give him a small smile. "You looked like you'd want help getting cleaned up." Her servos touch his headfins gently, sparking pleasure through his frame, "Is it okay if I help you with that?"
She must have been in the washrack waiting for him, since he distinctly remembers locking the door. He wanted no one in here to witness his humiliation. But... he is more than willing to let Sari watch him. Even if it is still a little more intimate than he would really like. He isn't sure how he feels about the idea of her watching him wash off under the solvent sprays.
He moves into her touch, "Yes."
She smiles at him and strokes one of his headfin pipes, dipping a tiny finger into the end. "You've got a little slime here still." She dips the cloth in the solvents and carefully cleans his fins, rubbing the sensitive insides of the pipes. He groans softly as she polishes, trying to control his spark heat, which keeps spiking up painfully hot. Sari speaks softly to him, "I wanted to thank you, for . . you know, doing this for me. You didn't have to. I think it says a lot about you that you were willing to do it. I could tell you didn't enjoy it."
He leans his head against her, "Yes, I did. I had to prove to Optimus and the rest of the team that I was willing to do this, even if the Tenctons are..." He doesn't want to finish that sentence, not wanting to scare Sari away by showing he still is kind of not okay with her being part organic. Even if everything about her is a million times better than them.
She kisses his mouth, metallic glossa flicking in, and pulls away to keep cleaning him up. "Disgusting. they're absolutely disgusting, aren't they?" He gives her a wide opticked look, not saying anything, since he doesn't know if this is a test or not. She laughs softly at his expression, and nuzzles him, "It's okay. I think so, too. They're ... slimy and horrible. I don't care how nice they are, one of them tried to remove my skirt when I first met them."
Oh... that's bad. The research he read through showed that human organics had their interfacing equipment right where her skirt hides. He is not really curious to see it, though. It really makes him shudder.
He moves a bit, and kisses her tank, "They're very gross. Unlike you."
"I'm glad you don't find me 'gross,'" she laughs, kissing one of his headfin pipes. "You know," she adds conversationally, working the cloth against his plating, "I never expected to find myself attracted to a bot, but you're really quite handsome. I never thought of myself as a truck girl, but you've got that certain something about you." She smiles and shakes her head, "My dad's going to be surprised. I always turned down the trucks he used to offer to me. I always liked racecars."
Sentinel's response is automatic, "Racecars are all flash and no substance. And they're slag in the berth."
She rubs his headfin, making his optics flicker, "Well, you are certainly dependable." And he really is, he won't leave her alone and sparkbroken. He promised to keep her safe, and that's what he'll do. Even if it means having to get over his hang-ups about her. She touches his mouth, optics dim, "When are we having our next date? I'll have to polish up nicely since it is our third one."
He wonders why she stresses that it is their third date, he already knows that. He tilts his head at her, giving her a confused look, "I... I haven't decided yet. I was thinking to another play, or to a crystal garden to walk again. We could do something else, if you want. I would like to... " He rubs his fingers on her sides, smiling at how she shivers, "I'd like to go somewhere you suggest."
"I don't really know many places here," she admits, before slipping into the pool with him, lying against his chest in the solvents. "There's some kind of festival going on next decacycle, I hear? Optimus wanted to go to it, but Ratchet said it wasn't something a Magnus should attend."
If she's talking about the festival of lights, where bots went for blessings from the Allspark and from Primus, it was no wonder that Ratchet wouldn't allow the Magnus to go. If a bot went there without a lover, it was assumed that they were looking for one, and would get all sorts of propositions.
He isn't sure they should go. It means they would be moving much too fast for their relationship. He wants something that lasts, and he isn't going to ruin it by just making this about 'facing. He can't allow that to happen.
He rubs her side, gently cleaning her up, "I think it is best that we don't. We could in a decavorn or so, since that may be around the time we want a sparkling."
She blushes brightly, "Is... is that what this is about?"
He smiles, "Not quite. If we went in individually, we would be hit on by everyone, since they would be expecting us to be looking for a bot to stay in the berth. Or for one of us to be the one that stays there. I'm just not interested in that."
If they went with blue paint on their sparkplates, it would indicate that they were looking for another lover. A third bot to carry their sparklings. Seeing as that was not the case, they should stay away from it.
However, "We can still go, if you want. We simply have to leave before it gets dark outside. The . . . partner hunting begins when the stars come out. There are plenty of games and activities we could do during the daylight megacycles if you like."
She cuddles against him, "I would. We can have fun doing that." She smiles up at him, "We can have that as our next date." Her little fingers toy with his sparkplates, "Then we visit your place?"
Oh... that is what she meant by third date. He's not letting that happen.
"No. Then I drop you off back at your place." His fingers pet her frame, "We need to get to know each other first, and then-"
She gives him a hurt look, "Is... is this because I'm te-"
He kisses her, flicking his glossa in, and rubbing her frame. he doesn't pull away until she's panting. "No. It has nothing to do with you being techno-organic, and everything to do with this just being the third date. I... I normally wait a vorn until I 'face any bot I am with." He looks at her, "If you don't like that, then maybe we should break up."
Sari swallows around a dry intake. "I . . uh. . you do realize I'm not even a vorn old, right?"
Sentinel stares at her. He must have misheard. "What?"
"I'm . . twenty-two stellar cycles old. Techno-organic, remember? We age differently. Ratchet says I'm gonna live as long as one of you, but . . . well, I don't want to wait a vorn before we 'face. If we're gonna do it. That's . . almost as long as I would have lived as an organic."
Sentinel shifts uncomfortably. He's not sure if he wants to agree to that. "It means a lot to me, Sari, to wait."
She looks up at him, then drops her head on his chest, "If... if you want to, we can wait. I just... If you want to interface with me earlier, tell me? I don't want-" She cuts off, hiding her face, bringing up her mask and burying it in his chest.
He rubs her back, kissing the top of his head, "We've been moving very fast, Sari. Two dates right after each other. And our next one is just next decacycle. We can go slower, and get to know each other." His fingers brush her sides, "If I do want to 'face before the vorn is up," and it is very likely, since by the end he hates his self-imposed delay, "I... I'll tell you."
"I guess." Sari looks awfully disappointed. She groans, "I can't even complain to Optimus about this, can I? They'll just give me looks." Sari pinches one of his headfins, "I should make you take me out right now as punishment. We can go to a. . . to a bar or something. Get smashed together."
It would be a terrible idea to get overcharged with her. "I would rather take you out to dinner instead."
She kisses him, glossa flicking in, and he relaxes to let her control their kiss. When she pulls away, he is dim opticked and feeling wonderfully warm. She rubs the side of his face with a single servo, "If you want to. Will we be going to the one from before, the Wire and Widgets, or someplace else? I would like to try more."
He rubs her perfect little aft, "We can go to a new one. What do you want to try?" He gives her a secretive smile, "If you want, I can try scheduling for us to get into the World's End in a vorn. It will be tricky, but I could do it."
"That place?" Sari's faceplates wrinkle, "Why a vorn? Alpha Trion already invited me there, and he said we could go any night. It sounds sketchy, though."
His servos clench, "Don't ever accept invitations from that old lech. He only wants to get at your spark." The very thought of Alpha Trion abusing his position to get Sari overcharged and in his berth makes Sentinel feel ill.
Sari laughs, "Dude, I know he wants that. I just didn't realize that the World's End was some kind of exclusive club."
He rubs her back, "It is a very high class restaurant. Alpha Trion has a long standing invitation to come in without a reservation." He sighs softly, "And so does Optimus, since he's the Magnus."
She frowns up at him, "So... if I asked Optimus to have them let us use his-"
He shakes his head, "The bot that has the invitation needs to be there. I am no longer allowed to do that since I'm not Magnus anymore." Even if he thinks he will be by the end of the vorn. Optimus having done something stupid and him getting put back in his rightful place. He'll still leave the reservation, telling them he wants it in a vorn. They'll have to do some shuffling to do it, but he will get it. He is high enough up they can't frustrate him on this. Not when he gives him time to make room.
She kisses him, glossa flicking in, and he kisses back. He does love how she feels, so warm and fragile in his servos. She pulls away, and nuzzles him, "We can wait a vorn for that, then." She smiles, "But where are we going tonight?"
"Tonight?" Sentinel flushes with something like embarrassment. "We're going to Flash and Substance." His family's energon shop. They have the best whipped energon on Cybertron. Even if he's not entirely welcome there, and most of his relatives will ignore that he's related to them. He just . . . won't tell Sari that they're family. She doesn't need to get involved in that particularly family drama. It's unnecessary.
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