{ PUT THE BLASTER DOWN, BLAST OFF. he just didn’t know if onslaught needed any backup is all… }

… onslaught, what was that.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗔 ⠀ 𝗠𝗬 ⠀ 𝘞𝘈𝘠, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗠𝗬 ⠀ A͟U͟D͟I͟E͟N͟C͟E͟ ⠀ 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏𝙎.ᐟ ⠀ ⠀

{ that’s the ticket. murmurings become quieted, and his grasp upon the other relents once he finally settles. back to sleep you go, shuttle. purrrrrr. }

onssslaught… ( 🌀 ) { drowsy murmuring, hard to decipher what exactly he’s yapping about— he’s nearly giggling… }

hmnn… { sleepily nudging against onslaught’s frame, successfully halted. }

{ WIGGLY WIGGLY— he can’t get comfortable. }

{ HURRY UP, the wife is currently stirring. }

{ asleep. * 💤 }

mm… { lightly bonking his helm against onslaught’s. keep that up, and blast off will surely be lulled to sleep in no time. visor dimming, relishing in the closeness… }

{ smothered by onslaught. is there any better way to go? certainly not by blast off’s standards. } … thank you. for staying with me. i apologize for being a little snippy with you.

{ blast off surely doesn’t mind, but he only hopes onslaught won’t happen to sleep wrong or anything in the process… snuggling in a little closer. } don’t be ridiculous… we can head to your room in a little while, if you’d prefer.

{ blinking, slowly clicking off the screen to his datapad. you’ve got his attention, shifting a glance towards onslaught. he stayed? } my bed isn’t as roomy as yours. you’re not going to be very comfortable…

no. i would have locked the door if i did. { you’re allowed to stay in here, onslaught. whether or not he actually would like to is up to him. }

hardly. { swipe. swipe. swipe. think you’re the only one that can brood, onslaught?! }

i am, by your words, ‘ acting right ’. { lifting his datapad for onslaught to see the video before plopping it back down and skipping to a different one. that book seemed boring. } can i help you with something.

{ he’s cozy in his bed, watching some sort of book review. not even BOTHERING to look, he can tell it’s onslaught. who else would it be? }

{ SEETHING. off to your own room you go, snooty. }

{ which one. }

{ he’s annoyed. }

{ shoving swindle aside. get away. }

{ RUBBING HIS TEMPLES RUBBING HIS TEMPLES RUBBING }

i’d be happy to, sir. { a purr escapes him, especially excited when being able to have a say in their trip destination. don’t break the bank, shuttle. } give me a day or two to provide you with ample options.

mm… yes. i do like this idea much better. { his touch is traveling up onslaught’s arms to offering a reciprocating rub to his shoulders. } where were you looking for us all to go? hopefully somewhere nice.

… what? a trip? { he’s blinking rapidly— that’s the fastest onslaught has ever given up on the idea of combining. is this a trap. }

{ his optics brighten for only a moment to the whispering taking place right beside him, soon narrowing, only slightly. } no— that wouldn’t be wise, considering the position we’re in, onslaught. you wouldn’t want the consequences that come with that.

it’d have to be something more hidden, but, doable… { a hum, finally stepping close enough to lean into the front of onslaught’s frame— just where he wanted to be. }

er… sir. do you have any plans to come for a trust building exercise? not necessarily combining, obviously, but… { his words fall short, but he only wants to keep onslaught near, so he believes he needs to yap about something to maintain his attention. silly shuttle. }

i don’t mind it… { that’s snooty talk for ‘ yes, please continue!! ’ you know how much he enjoys having you close, onslaught. }

mmn… what’s with— the sudden affection, onslaught? { quirking a brow ridge, sneakily glancing up to his leader. he can’t complain, but he’s thinking about it. }

{ taking one minuscule step closer. keep it up… }

{ he’s not a DOG. it’s hard to stay upset when the rubs to the back of his frame feel nice, though… low grumbling. }

{ lightly swatting his hand away. huff… }

( ⁉️ ) { SIDE EYE. hello?! why is he being pet like a dog. }

i am. ( 💢 )

{ what if he knocked that conman right on his head. what then. }

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐿⠀𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷𝑆⠀𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇⠀𝑃𝐿𝑂𝑇 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝐃͟𝐄͟𝐒͟𝐓͟𝐑͟𝐔͟𝐂͟𝐓͟𝐈͟𝐎͟𝐍 . . ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐒꩜𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑⠀ ⠀ 𝑶𝑭 ⠀⠀ 𝐃͟𝐄͟𝐀͟𝐓͟𝐇͟'𝐒 ⠀ 𝐂☠︎︎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐏 — #𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐏 ⠀

{ too bad he isn’t. onto more important things, like patting vortex. } have you refueled? your visor seems a little dim. come along. { entertain the triple changer, onslaught. this is payback for the hug. }

{ glare. can you sense the hostility, triple changer? if looks could kill. }

you don’t have to yell. ( 😒 )

{ sneaky tactics, onslaught, staring back at him. he already GOT a hug, but he’ll play nice, lifting up to a stand for vortex to immediately latch onto his frame. there, there. } everything is alright. at least your triple changer is surely keeping you out of trouble, yes?

i’m sure all of the tension within the group is what brought on your dream, vortex. rest assured, nobody is mad or upset with you. as long as we all keep each other in the loop, we’ll be fine.

{ subtly side eyes. you better do it, onslaught. }

{ HE’S STOPPING!! after politely shoving the wing back, so he can strut off in peace. to his normal spot on the couch he goes, plopping down immediately. no more funny business. }

{ OW!! GRABBING AND TWISTING HIS WING discreetly. stop embarrassing him in front of onslaught, triple changer. }

{ WHAT? don’t laugh, blast off. trying so very hard. it’s not funny. }

and are * you vortex? i thought not. { SHOVING his big ass wing out of his general vicinity. shutting the door behind the odd couple. * 🫩 }

that’s not my name. please come in. { reluctantly stepping aside. }