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“grrr” Sputter tossed on the Aegis trying to look bigger at. Everyone.

Soundwave just scoops her up into the laundry basket. Small aggressive aphid. Most likely hungry.

Time to throw her into a ballpit full of raw energon crystals and radioactive waste.

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“Well that’s up to the one’a us with the gun,” she responds without turning her helm from where she digs in the rubble, “I’m not full of holes so that reads as okay for the moment.”

The stairwell isn’t particularly deep, and Sputter’s steady excavation has it halfway dugout. A neat pyramid of bricks and larger rubble forms to the side. The dirt she simply digs out with her second arms behind her like a dog.

“Did you know you picked what used to be a library to read in, or was that coincidental?”

Antenna twitch on the insecticon as she stands on her hind legs and sensors the surroundings. This dilapidated, overgrown city block is closer to active civilization and NEST activity than she would like, but her research has shown there to be a potential jackpot for her archive. Something she’s been missing in the collection for a long time.

Dropping back to all 6’s, Sputter hunches low and pads as lightly as she can through decaying rubble. Her coloration is much better for camouflage than other autobots had, but the glow from her energon “saddlebags” poses a potential risk. (Oldboyjensen)

Unluckily for Sputter, she’s not alone. Lennox is here, he’s squatting on a ruined concrete block, smoking a cigarette as he’s reading a book.

Ah, peace and quiet. It’s mildly radioactive, enough to keep out most baselines but not enough to bother his nanite-enhanced flesh. His nanites will easily prune any cancers, and the ruined buildings here mean none of those oversized roosterhens can easily fly in, land and gd forbid….bother him.

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At the book shutting, Sputter zeroes in on the cover and scans with distance lenses to try and read the title. It only takes an instant, but she stores away the information.

Actually... maybe it would be good to do this in front of a human. The whole point of the project was to give back after all.

Sputter turns away from the soldier and lowers her feelers to the ground. Somewhere around here... aha. She finds the caved in stairway and begins lifting and moving bricks and dirt and concrete. One antenna points toward Lennox to keep a read on him.

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Antenna twitch on the insecticon as she stands on her hind legs and sensors the surroundings. This dilapidated, overgrown city block is closer to active civilization and NEST activity than she would like, but her research has shown there to be a potential jackpot for her archive. Something she’s been missing in the collection for a long time.

Dropping back to all 6’s, Sputter hunches low and pads as lightly as she can through decaying rubble. Her coloration is much better for camouflage than other autobots had, but the glow from her energon “saddlebags” poses a potential risk. (Oldboyjensen)

Unluckily for Sputter, she's not alone. Lennox is here, he's squatting on a ruined concrete block, smoking a cigarette as he's reading a book.

Ah, peace and quiet. It's mildly radioactive, enough to keep out most baselines but not enough to bother his nanite-enhanced flesh. His nanites will easily prune any cancers, and the ruined buildings here mean none of those oversized roosterhens can easily fly in, land and gd forbid....bother him.

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Double unluckily for Sputter, William Lennox has chosen to sit directly above her target. She rounds the corner, still hunched low, and comes faceplate to face with a, very clearly, NEST soldier. Oh no.

Sputter freezes. She can’t exactly put her hands in the air because that would mean rearing to full height. If she rolls over and he doesn’t take it as a sign of harmlessness, she’s dead. Revealing her knowledge of language means revealing she’s a sapient insecticon.

She tries for the cute angle and raises her antenna while cocking her head like a confused puppy. Owo wots this personified. Meanwhile her legs get ready to run backwards real fast.

Antenna twitch on the insecticon as she stands on her hind legs and sensors the surroundings. This dilapidated, overgrown city block is closer to active civilization and NEST activity than she would like, but her research has shown there to be a potential jackpot for her archive. Something she’s been missing in the collection for a long time.

Dropping back to all 6’s, Sputter hunches low and pads as lightly as she can through decaying rubble. Her coloration is much better for camouflage than other autobots had, but the glow from her energon “saddlebags” poses a potential risk. (Oldboyjensen)

Unluckily for Sputter, she's not alone. Lennox is here, he's squatting on a ruined concrete block, smoking a cigarette as he's reading a book.

Ah, peace and quiet. It's mildly radioactive, enough to keep out most baselines but not enough to bother his nanite-enhanced flesh. His nanites will easily prune any cancers, and the ruined buildings here mean none of those oversized roosterhens can easily fly in, land and gd forbid....bother him.

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Ted stumbled back on release. He rubbed his wrist, glowering.

“Oh, how mighty generous of you,” he spat before turning on Barbara, “I’m taking it to go. And don’t expect me back anytime soon, not during your shift. I’ll be having words with Claire on disciplining her damn staff. And so will my lawyer.”

Barbara met Ted’s look with her own, now an unimpressed deadpan. She said nothing for a long moment, not blinking or breaking eye contact. Without a word, she turned and efficiently doggy bagged his meal. She lept the same steely face as she handed it to him a moment later.

“On your tab then.”

He took it, confused, unsettled, and attempting to maintain his anger. He broke eye contact with Barbara and frothed at Lawrence as he backed toward the door.

“You best watch yourself, causing problems in this town.”

Lawrences gaze flickered from Barbara to the other man, a few beats passing before he let the mans wrist go, and took a small step back. “Apologies, ma’am. Just can’t stand to see some old drongo harrassin’ a sheila like that.” He said. 

“I won’t cause no trouble long as he don’t.”

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Ted’s face was close to puce by the time Lawrence finished talking. His eyes bugged with white collar rage, and he sputtered a barely coherent response.

Barbara sidled up between the two men, with her palms outstretched to gently hopefully separate them.

“Sir, much as I appreciate the chivalry, I’m gonna have to ask you let him go and both of you please either take a seat or take it outside.”

Her voice was evenly friendly but firm as she looked between the two. Like she’d said, as much as she appreciated the defense, she couldn’t afford to let a fight break out on her shift.

Thanks to providence, the kitchen bell dinged. Ted’s order was up.

“Oh yup probably. Off his rocker I mean…still a good companion.” She snorted at the gas comment. “Dunno, that’s always a fair bit more exciting than we’d like, right? If everything actually worked how it was supposed to and the tank was full it wouldn’t be so much of an adventure. I meant moreso your freedom to interact with people how you choose, but  that aspect too. The mobility. Sheep and dirt would be my goal for someday if I made goals, won’t lie.” The other customer rang the bell at the counter and Barbara turned to head over.  “You need anything, just call on me, won’t be far.”

The customer, one of the aforementioned issues, rang the bell again. Barbara stiffened and steadied her poker face. She dealt with him as professionally and cheerfully as possible despite his charming mix of over-familiarity and impatience.

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The man, Ted, shrugged Lawrence’s hand off and stepped back. Barbara was able to scoot a few feet back, Ted having removed his hand.

“And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” Ted snapped, rounding on Lawrence, “Bold of a stranger like you to say shit like that,” he jabbed his finger at Lawrence’s chest, “You lay a hand on me and there’ll be hell to pay, Mr. High and Mighty. Telling me to sit down- I’ll sit down when I’m damn well good and ready!”

Barbara watched the scene tensely. She was grateful to Lawrence for stepping in, but Ted’s red faced idiocy was a consequence she’d seen coming.

“Oh yup probably. Off his rocker I mean…still a good companion.” She snorted at the gas comment. “Dunno, that’s always a fair bit more exciting than we’d like, right? If everything actually worked how it was supposed to and the tank was full it wouldn’t be so much of an adventure. I meant moreso your freedom to interact with people how you choose, but  that aspect too. The mobility. Sheep and dirt would be my goal for someday if I made goals, won’t lie.” The other customer rang the bell at the counter and Barbara turned to head over.  “You need anything, just call on me, won’t be far.”

The customer, one of the aforementioned issues, rang the bell again. Barbara stiffened and steadied her poker face. She dealt with him as professionally and cheerfully as possible despite his charming mix of over-familiarity and impatience.

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She waggled her brows in response as she collected up the skirts of the ensemble and wriggled everything up over her head. Free and pale where her uniform covered, Messenger took the time to carefully fold her lingerie before even looking to the table where the clothes lay.

“Well I love to be warm so I’m open to any ideas or suggestions you might have.”

She swapped her folded armload for the boxers, slowly stepping into them while looking up at Mundy.

“Flattered you’d pocket me,” she teased,eyes glittering, “I’d probably do the same for you if my whittling were more skilled.

“What a welcome”

While the funny little shiela that had joined their ranks often caught him by surprise with her words or actions, the sight he found surprised him the most so far.

While partially he had to wonder how she had gotten in, but the way she was dressed pulled his mind away to deal with that later.

“Quite the welcome. Any special reason?”

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"Please tell me you have come to me for a casual conversation and not because the Administrator has more dirty work for me to do for her--actually, if she has a mission I can embark on alone, I would rather hear that. I retract my earlier statement. I need some time away."

She made a bit of a face at his last remark. Rats on that retraction, he was going to be disappointed.

“Semi-casual conversation, I’m afeared,” she sighed, matching his accent poorly before reverting to her usual speaking pattern, “I have a package and a couple letters for you through secure post. At least one of them’s a paycheck.”

She wracked her brain for the items on the latest docket she’d gotten a peak at.

“I think there’s a solo surveillance thing in Jersey City, is that an exotic enough destination?”

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It was a struggle to avoid the customer’s idea of friendliness, but she managed decently well for a bit. He asked about her family, her availability. She mentioned how nice it was to see his wife and so stop in the other night. He stiffened, questioned how long it was taking for his food.

“We have one staff member in the night kitchen, Ted, I promise she’s working on your burger as quickly as she can.”

Tired voice, not one hundred percent chipper.

He placed a hand on her shoulder, loudly disliking her tone. Breathing too close. She stiffened more, apologizing with her face turned away.

“Oh yup probably. Off his rocker I mean…still a good companion.” She snorted at the gas comment. “Dunno, that’s always a fair bit more exciting than we’d like, right? If everything actually worked how it was supposed to and the tank was full it wouldn’t be so much of an adventure. I meant moreso your freedom to interact with people how you choose, but  that aspect too. The mobility. Sheep and dirt would be my goal for someday if I made goals, won’t lie.” The other customer rang the bell at the counter and Barbara turned to head over.  “You need anything, just call on me, won’t be far.”

The customer, one of the aforementioned issues, rang the bell again. Barbara stiffened and steadied her poker face. She dealt with him as professionally and cheerfully as possible despite his charming mix of over-familiarity and impatience.

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Oh jeez. Oh boy. Oh jeez.

Only Messenger’s improv comedy classes were between her and falling into a heap of sawdust. Her heart hammered like a handyman on a time crunch.

Was this flirting? Or was this like, a step above flirting? Or was it not? Was she reading it wrong? She tended to over-read things, maybe this was how people casually flirted with friends and coworkers. On his end. Maybe. Oh jeez.

Thankfully, while Messenger’s brain ran laps overthinking, her mouth and hands could operate separately. That was usually not a “thankfully” inducing situation, but it appeared there were first times for everything.

Messenger began to undo the straps of the sheer gown, arms pretzeled behind her back with practiced ease.

“Well, you get your own personal strip tease by virtue of me feeling chilly, if that’s any consolation. Fine outfit for running around, but the desert’s cooling off for the evening y’know.”

Being invited to stick around in his camper was both a bit of an honor and the reason all her blood was in Messenger’s face. Her ears were practically maroon.

“I guess my plans are to hang around. Model for your carving, if you need some muse,” she joked, surprised again by her own boldness.

“What a welcome”

While the funny little shiela that had joined their ranks often caught him by surprise with her words or actions, the sight he found surprised him the most so far.

While partially he had to wonder how she had gotten in, but the way she was dressed pulled his mind away to deal with that later.

“Quite the welcome. Any special reason?”

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Oh jeez. Oh boy. Oh jeez.

Only Messenger’s improv comedy classes were between her and falling into a heap of sawdust. Her heart hammered like a handyman on a time crunch.

Was this flirting? Or was this like, a step above flirting? Or was it not? Was she reading it wrong? She tended to over-read things, maybe this was how people casually flirted with friends and coworkers. On his end. Maybe. Oh jeez.

Thankfully, while Messenger’s brain ran laps overthinking, her mouth and hands could operate separately. That was usually not a “thankfully” inducing situation, but it appeared there were first times for everything.

Messenger began to undo the straps of the sheer gown, arms pretzeled behind her back with practiced ease.

“Well, you get your own personal strip tease by virtue of me feeling chilly, if that’s any consolation. Fine outfit for running around, but the desert’s cooling off for the evening y’know.”

Being invited to stick around in his camper was both a bit of an honor and the reason all her blood was in Messenger’s face. Her ears were practically maroon.

“I guess my plans are to hang around. Model for your carving, if you need some muse,” she joked, surprised again by her own boldness.

“What a welcome”

While the funny little shiela that had joined their ranks often caught him by surprise with her words or actions, the sight he found surprised him the most so far.

While partially he had to wonder how she had gotten in, but the way she was dressed pulled his mind away to deal with that later.

“Quite the welcome. Any special reason?”

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“... Well. Thanks for that horrifying image. As much as I like raccoons that is... yeah dear God, I hate that,” her over dramatic shudder was undercut somewhat by her own snort of a laugh.

“You know someone with a sweet tooth I should look out for?” She let slip, brow raised.

Messenger properly resembled a boiled crab by this point in the conversation. She was sure her expression was acting traitor to all attempts at nonchalance. More certain she became on realizing she was biting her lip.

“In all seriousness I would really appreciate borrowing some garb, when you get the chance. And, uh, I am actually done for the day.”

She tried to look surprised, like she’d only just realized her freedom. Like she hadn’t rationalized getting to him last because he was easy to find. Like there wasn’t that little nudge in the back of her mind to put her cards on the table.

“What a welcome”

While the funny little shiela that had joined their ranks often caught him by surprise with her words or actions, the sight he found surprised him the most so far.

While partially he had to wonder how she had gotten in, but the way she was dressed pulled his mind away to deal with that later.

“Quite the welcome. Any special reason?”

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“You have a good nose, you know that? ‘Little hard to reach from down here, though.”

She grinned, giving a playfully over-gentle punch to his arm.

“Count it as a souvenir from my away mission. Missed you, Slim.”

Tender Kisses, nose. (I need to reply to our threads but he deserves a leetle kees)

Lawrence paused for a second as she stood up to give him peck on the tip of his nose, taken by surprise, but a soft smile is quick to form on his scruffy face. “Hello to you too, darl.”

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“Aw beans that’s an unfortunate misunderstanding. Here I was hoping I’d suddenly feel like Superman,” she joked weakly.

She looked into his eyes and gave his hand a squeeze.

“That sounds shitty as fuck. I hope the Sloppy asshat bastard got some retribution handed to him..”

She let her body relax into the ache and exhaustion as she continued to lick her gums. Everything was a lot stronger that was for sure. Her nose escpecially had become noticeably good. She’d been used to a nominal sense of smell, so this was different and fascinating. She kept intermittently sniffing the air.

“Bite Me”

There was something in those two little words that made Lawrence freeze in place for a moment before he rushed toward her, a hand catching her chin, tilting her head up as he leaned in a little, the smirk on his face showing the sharp ends of his canine teeth. “You don’t know how often I’ve hoped to hear something like that come out of your mouth.” He murmured, something deeper adding to the natural gravel in his voice.

“Don’t go squirming now. It’ll only hurt for second, promise.” He whispered, trailing his mouth down her neck, teeth scraping softly along her skin until he found the vein he was after. “Jus’ a little poke like gettin a shot.” His sentence punctuated by the quick motion of fangs breaking skin.