In which Swindle and Vortex work out some issues - rp log
[OOC: Continued from here on this post
[Vortex has been through the mill recently. He's had his throat ripped out by Sinnertwin, who also ate his vocaliser. He's been welded back together again by Cyclonus, and chained up in the brig. And he had a massive falling out with Swindle, which led to him closing himself off from the gestalt bond. This did not go well for him.
Swindle broke him out of the brig, and now they're in a dilapidated building in the middle of nowhere. He was under the impression he was there to refuel, recharge and rearm so he could take out Sinnertwin. Swindle, however, has something different in mind.]
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//Unf!// The high grade goes flying, spattering across one rotor and the side of his helm, burning in the tiny holes created by shrapnel when Swindle broke him out of the brig.
It takes him a moment - a long moment - to realise that Swindle, of all mechs, has jumped him. Swindle.
It doesn't quite compute. Despite the accidental broadcast and their argument after. Despite Swindle's recent solicitousness, and his apparently earnest apology on the flight here.
//You what?//
But then the field flare gets him, and he responds without thinking, leaning into the kiss. His lower lip tingles as the welding scar snags against Swindle's mouth. He doesn't even attempt to move his arms.
[Vortex has been through the mill recently. He's had his throat ripped out by Sinnertwin, who also ate his vocaliser. He's been welded back together again by Cyclonus, and chained up in the brig. And he had a massive falling out with Swindle, which led to him closing himself off from the gestalt bond. This did not go well for him.
Swindle broke him out of the brig, and now they're in a dilapidated building in the middle of nowhere. He was under the impression he was there to refuel, recharge and rearm so he could take out Sinnertwin. Swindle, however, has something different in mind.]
***
//Unf!// The high grade goes flying, spattering across one rotor and the side of his helm, burning in the tiny holes created by shrapnel when Swindle broke him out of the brig.
It takes him a moment - a long moment - to realise that Swindle, of all mechs, has jumped him. Swindle.
It doesn't quite compute. Despite the accidental broadcast and their argument after. Despite Swindle's recent solicitousness, and his apparently earnest apology on the flight here.
//You what?//
But then the field flare gets him, and he responds without thinking, leaning into the kiss. His lower lip tingles as the welding scar snags against Swindle's mouth. He doesn't even attempt to move his arms.