#;; Vespertilio Delicata (Vaportrail)
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Tarn frowned a little behind his mask when the larger mech looked a little disappointed. "π²πππ, ππ π·π π½πππππ ππΎππ½ πππ π±πΆπ
πππππΆπΎπ, πΌ'πΉ π»ππππππππ πΆπ·πππ ππ½πΎπ π
ππΆπππ. πΌ πΉπΎπΉπ'π π»πππππ πΆπ·πππ πππ ππ½ππππ½." There was a soft smile to his words, hoping it would make him feel a little better. His optics followed the cube as he raised it and drained all the liquid down his intake. His optics widened a little when his glossa peaked out. Oh... he'd forgotten about that sinful glossa. How it made him feel not terribly long ago. He shook his helm a little, as if it would will the thoughts away.
"π―π½πβ¦ π―π½π πΉπππ ππΆπ ππ
ππ?" It was hard to hide the incredulousness from his voice. Just as he asked, Tesarus and Helex were rounding the corner together. The two behemoths were idly chatting before Tarn came into view. He held a digit up to Vaportrail, positioned out of view.
"Blackmarks. Both of you." He said, keeping his attention on his two subordinates. They both groaned in unison.
"Awwh, Come on boss, what for this time?" The smelter asked. Tarn folded his arms over his chassis, tilting his helm curiously before motioning down the hall towards the door that was closing up. "We weren't out that long! Not like anything could've gotten in, this planet is practically deserted." he tried to reason.
It was then that Tarn gently pulled Vaportrail into view as he was lapping at the energon in the cube. Helex went a bit wide eyed, it was rare to find a mech who rivaled his own size that wasn't a combiner.
"As I said, blackmarks for the both of you. You're very lucky that I know who this mech is." He scolded them. "Now, both of you, go help prepare for take off. Wait for my command to depart." He ordered, waving a servo to dismiss them. Helex and Tesarus didn't need any further convincing, retreating away to do as comanded.
"πΌ πΆπ
πππππΎππ π»ππ ππ πππ·πππΉπΎππΆπππ, ππ½ππ'ππ π·πΆππππ οΏ½οΏ½ππ πΆππ ππΆπππππ. π©ππ, ππ½π πΉππ'π πππ πΏππΎπ ππ π»ππ ππ½π ππΎππ π·ππΎππ. πΌ'ππ ππΆππ ππππ πππ'ππ ππππ π»πππππΉ." He said, turning back to face Vaportrail as he kept lapping at the cube. He reached up and gently pulled the cube away from him. "πΏπππ.. πππ πππ πΆ πππ πΈππ·π." There was the faintest hint of arousal in his em field, something that he kept close to his frame.
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