re_alignment | [video- action]

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[The video starts on the medbay with Blurr half lying half sitting on a berth, looking fairly confused. When he speaks he still sounds tired but he tries to smile for a brief moment.]

Greetings, everyone.

I’m finally awake, sorry if I worried anyone. Could someone tell me what is going on?

[To explain Blurr’s confused face, there happens to be a group of small glowing bugs perched on the spike of his head, like birds lined up on a power line. Some bugs are also on the top of his pointy shoulders and a really small one is lazily sitting on his chest.

On the background, Blurr’s turbofox is chasing the glowing bugs around the medbay and making a mess of things.]

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...So it's for courtship?

Think...think I'll pass.

[He's not really...dateable. At least not to him.]

Ah, yeah. Ratchet exercises 'tough love' with me. Every time.

I'm not sure they sort of do it with everyone, it's strange. Human things, you know.

[Why you gotta be so difficult, man.]

...Ah.

Humans are preeeetttty strange, aren't they, Blurrk.

[He sees that...pause.]

Yannow...not worth it with...me.

[Puffing his cheeks for a moment.] It's Blurr And yes they are.

[Ah so is that problem again. Blurr frowns for a second but it's gone pretty quickly.] That's up to me to decide Wheeljack.

I mean, I could be worse than you. At least you have some experience with...[Blurr gestures around being vague.] .. things.

Come to see me later, will you? Once the medics's shifts are over and they just check the patients from time to time during the night.

[That last part. His eyes shoot wide with that last part. Is Blurr insinuating what he thinks he is?]

Night. Inbetween shifts.

Got it. I'll see you then. If you're sure.

[What was he getting into...]

[Blurr decided to go and try to take control of this not relationship. He's not sure what is he going to do but damn, you need to get over that low self-stem of yours.]

I am sure.

See you then, Jackie sir...

...

[That gets a small smile out of him, at least.]

Okay, meet ya then.

[That's what Blurr's wanted.]

I will be waiting. Bye.

[ooc: time skip and actio spam...?]

[ooc: you got it! c: ]

[The feed clicks off, and as promised, Wheeljack arrives into the medbay on the medics off-shifts. Sneaking in wasn't really an issue--it was literally right down the hall as him, and if anyone asked, he'd be checking up on Bulkhead.

Perfect.

He slides in, optics flicking as he tries to find the blue blur in the darkness.]

[ooc: yay ♥!]

[Blurr is probably the only bot still awake and working with his datapat. He missed a week of work and important things and he wants to catch up.

The blue light of the screen illuminates his face and optics as he works, making him more noticeable.]

[With the light illuminating the pitch black darkness, it's easy to see Blurr. The only problem? He's not exactly 'relaxing'. That lip curls up into a pout as Wheeljack walks over, grabbing the datapad by two fingers and sliding it out of the agent's hands.]

Rule #1 of bein in the medbay. Ya rest.

[Noooooo his datapad! He's about to complain (or Apologize if Ambulon is near) when he sees Wheeljack.]

Oh..ah...hello. [He smiles, embarrased.] I rested enough all day.

Not enough, if you ask me. I know you. Ya never 'rest all day'.

[Those hands go to his hips. You're not fooling ANYONE.]

I have responsabilities....[Blurr's optics follow those hands because, eh, those are some nice hips. He moves them back up to Wheeljack's face as soon as he realizes what was he doing.]

Maybe someone could show me how to relax. Or help me to do it. I can think of a few ways to get relaxed.

[You're far too obvious, Blurr. But that's what Wheeljack likes about you. He steps closer to the bed, putting a hand under his chin.]

You think I know any better?

[He will work on his ogling skills. For now he will just smile and lean back slowly.]

If you don't we could figure new ways together. Come here.

[There's a soft little 'hmph' as he smiles, leaning in slightly.]

You're somethin' else, ya know that?

Not really...I'm nothing special. [He wraps his arms around Wheeljack's neck, pushing him closer. He can't kiss you if you are still far away.]

But sometimes I do know what I want.

[...Okay, even Wheeljack has his limits. Blurr was pretty much blatantly asking for it...and you know what? The Wrecker needs it. His arms immediately wrap around the bot's small frame, pressing him close into a kiss. And not anything like that one time, but full-blown makeout.

Sorry if it's a little forceful and rushed, Blurr, but...

Scrap, he needs this. He'll probably feel REALLY bad for taking advantage of this situation later. For now...

This works.]

[Yes he was pretty much asking for it because Blurr eventually realized that using subtlety with Wheeljack was like throwing meringues at a wall to break it. It just couldn't work.

And you know what? He sure doesn't mind the rushed make out. It is very welcome, if the low purr of his engine is any indication.

Blurr might not be an expert when it comes to kisses but he is determined to get better at it. He presses Wheeljack even further closer to his frame, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.]

[Yeah, with Wreckers it's best to be blunt. It just makes things easier.

He feels that engine purring, and his own slowly kicks to life, joining in. At this point, he doesn't care if you're the worst kisser in the world, Blurr. It's nice to...have one.

Those lips press desperately against the blue bot's, eyes shut tight. This was wrong, but...was that so bad?]

[He will get better with time, that's why practice is so important. You need to shake off that whole negative thinking of yours, Wheeljack.

Blurr smiles against Wheeljack's lips as he pauses a second in his kissing, enjoying the vibrations between their pressed platings. One of Blurr's hands moves away from the Wrecker's neck and he runs a finger along the wing on the back of the upper arm.]

[Easier said than done. When every mission is subtitled with "you're probably going to die" you don't have TOO much positive thinking going for you.

But Blurr was enjoying this. That was a minuscule comfort to everything, at least. Thankfully robots don't need to breathe, because Wheeljack's doing tiny presses to the bot's lips, wondering why he paused.

At least until his wings are touched and that body seizes up.]

[That's true. However, it doesn't have to be like that here, not anymore.]

Sorry, you don't like that? [Blurr stops suddenly, looking up at Wheeljack and wondering if he was a bit way too eager.]

I won't do it anymore if you don't. I was just trying to figure out what you enjoyed.

[Those wings twitch, as if still registering that they were touched.]

Ah...it's okay, Blurrk. It was...uh..

[What's the right word.]

Ticklish.

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