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thisavrou_log2016-04-29 08:29 pm
daintylegs) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-29 08:29 pm
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[Closed] Let's Talk About Feelings
Who: Tailgate and Cyclonus
When: April 27th
Where: Observation Deck
What: Time to talk about things
Warnings: None
To say that Tailgate was nervous was a severe understatement, yet he can't help but feel a sense of determination somewhere deep in his spark. He wasn't sure what he planned to accomplish here, but it was necessary, for both of them, to talk. He couldn't help but feel as though there were a few things left unsaid between them, and he hoped, that maybe, they would get the chance to say them. Considering Cyclonous though, Tailgate wondered how smoothly this would go to plan. He had faith in his friend, but goodness could the not-a-Decepticon be stubborn.
There wasn't any real setup needed, they were just here to talk, after all. Still, Tailgate made sure to bring two cubes of energon for the two of them and sat in front of one of the windows to wait.
When: April 27th
Where: Observation Deck
What: Time to talk about things
Warnings: None
To say that Tailgate was nervous was a severe understatement, yet he can't help but feel a sense of determination somewhere deep in his spark. He wasn't sure what he planned to accomplish here, but it was necessary, for both of them, to talk. He couldn't help but feel as though there were a few things left unsaid between them, and he hoped, that maybe, they would get the chance to say them. Considering Cyclonous though, Tailgate wondered how smoothly this would go to plan. He had faith in his friend, but goodness could the not-a-Decepticon be stubborn.
There wasn't any real setup needed, they were just here to talk, after all. Still, Tailgate made sure to bring two cubes of energon for the two of them and sat in front of one of the windows to wait.
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He smiles as Tailgate presses his cheek against his hand and brushes his knuckles against his faceplate. He doesn't deserve the devotion he sees in Tailgate's gaze, but it makes him impossibly glad to see him happy. He would tear the stars from the heavens to keep this one safe.
He'd do anything except tell him that, apparently.