[It isn't as close as Skids wants him to come, but it is close enough--too close for the temptation of that nearby spark to let him lie still any longer.
With--eerily--no noise this time, Skids is just up, claws reaching out to grab out at Whirl's chest--or chest guns, as it were.]
[action][Gotta die with a good song playing!]
With--eerily--no noise this time, Skids is just up, claws reaching out to grab out at Whirl's chest--or chest guns, as it were.]
Need....your spark...
[When he hisses--the translator catches it.]