⠀ ( twists to the side, the angle of his wing effortlessly busting up any looming clouds. be gone! ) ⠀

⠀ ( he’s coming! heel thrusters engaged & giving him added leverage, aiding the complex steps of his larger jet alt transformation. spinning past her in his climb skybound! ) ⠀

⠀ ( FOOTBALL THROWS. ) ⠀

⠀ want me to toss you up? ⠀

⠀ that works. ⠀ ( plucks her off of his back & carries her like a handbag. ) ⠀

⠀ i can handle it. can you? ⠀ ( bounce, bounce! ) ⠀

⠀ ( wagging her around. weeeee! ) ⠀ so like today? ⠀

⠀ ( wing twitch. wing twitch. wing twitch. combatibackpack. ) ⠀

⠀ lay down and find out. ⠀ ( digits are scathed by the points of her denta until they hook on & shake her around playfully, smiling wolfishly. ) ⠀

⠀ you owe me big time. ⠀ ( for subjecting him to such TORMENT. self CARE. he’s trying to grab at her mouth & face. ) ⠀

⠀ mrrrnnghhh.. ⠀ ( allows his servo to be captured by the wrist, digits flailing. ) ⠀

⠀ wait? wait for what? you leave it on your face? ⠀ ( a wing twitches, his fingers curiously peeling the corners of the mask up. ) ⠀

⠀ ( muttering & doing as told simultaneously, visor tucked away as she’s set down. ) ⠀

⠀ ( that’s some gnarly growling there, blitzwing. ) ⠀ fine. ⠀

⠀ you really think i’d let myself go to get to that point? i’m offended, chompy. and those masks are cold and slimy. ⠀ ( face scrunched. ) ⠀

⠀ ( CATCHES?? HE WASN’T GONNA LET HER FALL. ) ⠀

⠀ ( silently lowers his wings, pedesteps backtracking. he’s STRESSED. ) ⠀

⠀ ( * ⁉️⚠️ ⠀ cloaks. ) ⠀

⠀ ( pokes her face & laughs. ) ⠀

⠀ ( no kiss is ever small with him. wing wiggles. that’s what you get, cassette. ) ⠀

⠀ …sorry. ⠀

⠀ ( GRABS him by the face & drags him down for vortex to take. ) ⠀ he’ll live. ⠀

⠀ stowaways. ⠀ ( VIOLENTLY SHAKES. ) ⠀ i said OFF. ⠀

⠀ ( he doesn’t have to carry them for much longer, stepping onto the porch & letting himself in. ) ⠀ every single one of you. get off of me. ⠀

⠀ you’d know, wouldn’t you? ⠀ ( grinds his dentae, heat rising. it doesn’t deter the cassette on his back. damn heathens. ) ⠀

⠀ like what? normally? there’s no need in telling her. i didn’t do anything wrong. ⠀

⠀ ( shrugs his big shoulders. ) ⠀ beats me. she probably felt bad that i’m havin’ to deal with the likes of you guys. ⠀

⠀ ( he definitely looks like a miserable parent right about now, high stepping over frenzy each time he tries to grab his leg. a femme passerby cheerfully greets him with a simple hello, to which he replies ‘hey.’ with a skeptical side eye. ) ⠀

⠀ ( optic twitch. ) ⠀

⠀ if you want to be carried, stop following me and go find soundwave. ⠀ ( assholes. ) ⠀

⠀ then stop following me. ⠀

⠀ i love you.. ⠀ ( even in his WORST state, or so he thought, she finds something she loves about him! arms tightly wound around her, the kisses strongly returned.. with his added flair of course! ) ⠀

⠀ no more paleness? ⠀ ( he’s thankful the radiating heat of his frame has returned to its normal intensity, servos following her frame as she climbs. he’s READY. ) ⠀

⠀ mnnngghhhh.. ⠀ ( does that translate to ‘better?’ ) ⠀

⠀ better. ⠀ ( puuuurrrr! ) ⠀

⠀ ( keeping her covered with his giant wing. ) ⠀

⠀ ( muffled mumbles & grumbles, the cube drug into the depths just as the medicine cup before it was. ) ⠀

⠀ ( pulls it under the covers, returning it emptied. ) ⠀

⠀ ( hand inching out. ) ⠀

⠀ ( maybe if she dumps that medicine out he’ll come back.. ) ⠀

⠀ love you.. ⠀ ( by the time she circles back around, he’ll be FULLY under the blanket. hiding. ) ⠀

⠀ you don’t— have to. ⠀ ( his statement is interrupted by her wiggling escape, lips pouted as he sinks deeper beneath the covers. ) ⠀ okay. ⠀

⠀ no. the taste makes my tank churn. ⠀ ( & he hates the drowsiness. the last spoonful is taken quickly & swallowed painlessly, wings lifted a smidge. ) ⠀

⠀ ( that he does, but he’s not loving the supposed helplessness that comes with being sick. that & his appetite is severely impaired. he hopes he can keep it down, forcing another spoonful down the hatch. ) ⠀

⠀ ( eats the soup off the spoon without a word or optic contact. ) ⠀

⠀ ( wing twitch, shifty looks. ) ⠀

⠀ it’ll pass. ⠀ ( helm turned. ) ⠀

⠀ ( yeah. he’s not opening up. ) ⠀

⠀ got it. ⠀ ( safe to assume he won’t be goin anywhere for a couple days. huffing. ) ⠀

⠀ ( the triple changer grunts in response, exhausting a weighted & steamed vent. he’s hardly ever sick, & hates the idea of receiving care from someone in such a state. loudly sneezes. ) ⠀