[Wheeljack's arms are out, looking at his hands as if some strange alien substance was just thrown on him. His eyes are rather distant, like he's in his own universe as all of this just sinks in.
His one moment he gave in to feeling...yeah, pretty much not his best idea. His wings twitch almost like an insects as he starts to register that he's covered in oil and not some alien garbage.
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[Wheeljack's arms are out, looking at his hands as if some strange alien substance was just thrown on him. His eyes are rather distant, like he's in his own universe as all of this just sinks in.
His one moment he gave in to feeling...yeah, pretty much not his best idea. His wings twitch almost like an insects as he starts to register that he's covered in oil and not some alien garbage.
Still, he's speechless.]