[When Shockwave's fingers slip in, feeling them gloss over the smooth metal, his eyes remain ever fixed on them, noticing just how worn he was, compared to the well protected, pristine interior that Shockwave had added on. It only showed as a symbol of what the war did. He tried to read Shockwave's opinion on it, seeing the gentle way he runs those fingers along the scratches and onto the smoother surface.
But then, he feels those same fingers against the back of it. He knew just what Shockwave was asking about--it was obvious.
His head tilts, to meet those eyes. There's no words needed as the plating shifts there, disappearing before Shockwave's very fingers, now illuminated by a bright, warm glow. Green in colour.]
Yours.
[His hand reaches up, taking the other's by the wrist and holding it there as his eyes close.]
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But then, he feels those same fingers against the back of it. He knew just what Shockwave was asking about--it was obvious.
His head tilts, to meet those eyes. There's no words needed as the plating shifts there, disappearing before Shockwave's very fingers, now illuminated by a bright, warm glow. Green in colour.]
Yours.
[His hand reaches up, taking the other's by the wrist and holding it there as his eyes close.]
Only yours.