Understood
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Chapter 35
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Tailgate forced himself to smile as the blue and white grounder approached. The colors this one wore were similar to his own. "Hey there. Looking for a little fun?" He ran his glossa over his lower lip component suggestively. He'd seen Swerve do it. Maybe it would work for him.
"You're a pretty one," said the grounder.
"So they tell me," Tailgate said coyly.
The mech took another appraising look up and down the small frame, and then focused on Tailgate's faceplate. "You'd look prettier with my spike in your mouth."
"I would, wouldn't I?"
"My spike makes any faceplate look prettier, especially when it's got my transfluid smeared all over it. Let's go get a room, cutie." Inwardly Tailgate breathed a sigh of relief. He still had four more days of rest prescribed until his valve would be considered fully healed. But he'd decided to take the risk tonight. He still owed Swerve, and he still owed rent. And he'd lost six days already to that dreadful seeker. At least Swerve had been sympathetic and had even lowered Tailgate's share of the rent. It didn't make Tailgate feel any better about how things were going though.
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 36
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