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Wildbreak fiddled with the primitive recording device. It was so small he had to hold it between his thumb and forefinger. Pressing the buttons to activate the camera was even harder. Luckily he’d inherited his carriers thin fingers and was able to just barely start the recording device with the tip of his finger.
He turned over the old device and held it up to his eye and grinned when he saw it was recording. You had to give it to the squishies, the stuff they made was primitive but it worked. He giggled childishly and turned the camera around.
“Hey Dragstrip,” Wildbreak kept his voice low as he turned the camera, “uh, remember when you said I was a dumb dumb cause I said you talked during recharge?”
He stifled a chuckle as the camera shifted to include a sleeping Dragstrip in the shot. Wildbreaks partner muttered unintelligibly though a few words came through.
“Mmm hit the big time…” Dragstrip drawled in his sleep, “drinks on… Wildbreak… cover the bill…”
“Uh, yeah.” Wildbreak awkwardly chuckled, “turns out I this, uh, ‘dumb dumb’ was right, yeah?”
Wildbreak jumped as Dragstrip moved in his sleep, saying something about a bar fight. However he failed to awaken.
Wildbreak sighed in relief and moved to shut off the camera. He didn’t really need to film anymore. He’d proven his point.
However he’d evidently been standing too close as Dragstrips arm reached out and grabbed Wildbreak around the waist. Wildbreak gave an embarrassing yelp as he was pulled down next to Dragstrip
Wildbreak held the video camera close to his chest as Dragstrip muttered into his audial receptor. He patted Wildbreaks chassis and muttered something about a ‘huge tank’. Then he snored directly into Wildbreaks audial making the younger bot flinch.
He tried to slip away without waking his partner only for Dragstrip to suddenly hug Wildbreak around the waist.
“Hmm where… going…” Dragstrip sleep talk slurred.
Wildbreaks spark began to pulse in a panic. If Dragstrip woke up and found him in his berth he’d get mad. Really mad. Extremely loud profanity filled yelling followed by a week of the silent treatment mad.
Dragstrip started muttering again as Wildbreak tried to find a way to slip out of his hold.
“Told you… TOP lieutenants… Big times.”
“Uh huh,” Wildbreak whispered, “hitting the big time.”
“Couldn’t’ve done it wit-out ya…”
“Uh thanks Dragstrip.”
Dragstrips grip was starting to loosen. This was his chance. Wildbreak tried to slip away.
Unfortunately Dragstrips grip suddenly tightened, wrapping his arms fully around Wildbreaks torso and burying his face into his back.
“Ah geez.” Wildbreak whimpered.
He felt Dragstrip nuzzle, actually nuzzle , into his back.
There was no helping it. Wildbreaks only chance was if he could slowly pry Dragstrips arms off his torso.
Carefully he began with his fingers, trying to gently loosen their grip along his side and slide them off.
Dragstrip muttered again, though this time his voice was muffled from his face being pressed into Wildbreaks back.
As his arms began to loosen, Dragstrip turned his face away from Wildbreaks back making slipping away just a bit easier.
“-my best… hmm…” Dragstrip drawled.
Wildbreak was just about free. He just needed to slip Dragstrips arms just a bit further and then…
“Momma woulda loved ya…”
Wildbreak stopped.
Was that… personal information? Dragstrip never gave personal information. Primus, outside of his name, his likes and dislikes, and the fact that he was most senior stunticon after Motormaster; Wildbreak knew next to nothing about his partner.
Dragstrips arms began to loosen again, letting Wildbreak take that final step of slipping out of his grasp. Wildbreak breathed a sigh of relief and took a couple of steps away from Dragstrips berth juuust in case. A snore from Dragstrip seemed to imply his sleep talk was taking a back seat, at least for the moment.
“Good recharge Dragstrip,” Wildbreak muttered as he slipped away.
Getting back to his own berth, Wildbreak laid down and heaved a sigh of relief.
He held up the camera he’d used to film Dragstrips sleep talking and quietly decided that he would wait to prove Dragstrip wrong. At least for now.
Wildbreak stashed the tiny camera away and laid back on his berth. He closed his optics and smirked.
So Dragstrip had a “momma”?
It was small, but it was something new about his partner.
Wildbreak turned onto his side and gently slipped into recharge.