[Kaon's frame warms to the touch, his fans picking up and then cutting off a few times until internal temperature is high enough that they stay consistently on. While his one hand is busy down below, he stretches the other around Damus' shoulder and strokes his neck, his hips rolling gently into the palm.]
I guess my bid to have your voice repaired would be out of the question now.
[He hates feeling pressed down under the Autobots' thumb, but at least he's distracted enough to not let it get to him too much. As Damus' spike noses out the tip of one of his fingers catches the piercing, and he rolls it through the head, pausing whenever he feels resistance.]
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[Kaon's frame warms to the touch, his fans picking up and then cutting off a few times until internal temperature is high enough that they stay consistently on. While his one hand is busy down below, he stretches the other around Damus' shoulder and strokes his neck, his hips rolling gently into the palm.]
I guess my bid to have your voice repaired would be out of the question now.
[He hates feeling pressed down under the Autobots' thumb, but at least he's distracted enough to not let it get to him too much. As Damus' spike noses out the tip of one of his fingers catches the piercing, and he rolls it through the head, pausing whenever he feels resistance.]