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Meme time because I'm on the bored side-

Today's theme is First Time. So you prompt me with a character and the first time they (insert activity here). So it could be the first time someone kissed someone else, the first time someone got into a fight or the first time someone ate something that gave them an orgasmic experience. You know- whatever. Just gimme something to have fun with :3

As usual, one prompt per person, once your prompt has been filled, feel free to prompt again! Open until I get bored of this.

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Date: 2010-10-17 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sakon76.livejournal.com
First time Springer, Hot Rod, and Arcee all met each other?

Date: 2010-10-17 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
It was fairly safe to say that Hot Rod was going to fret himself into a breakdown at this rate. He knew Arcee from floating comments here and there and from what Springer (and the other Wreckers) had to say about her which, of course, only served to paint a picture of an intimidating, unflinching and sharp-vocalizered femme. And Springer wanted Hot Rod to meet her because there was no way he could start a relationship with the younger mech without bringing her into it.

So there Hot Rod was, standing in front of Arcee who had her hands on her hip components, mouth a thing line and optics unreadable, fumbling over his words and making jittery motions with his hands and generally making an utter fool of himself.

One finger pressed against Hot Rod's lips stilled him. Arcee looked up at triplechanger with a quirk to her lips. "Springer, he's absolutely adorable."

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Date: 2010-10-17 02:04 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] lady_katana4544
First time Optimus gave an order to the Autobots.

Date: 2010-10-17 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Optimus Prime had never felt his inexperience as much as he did then (which was really no stretched since it was his first mega-cycle as Prime) but he steeled himself in the disbelieving optics of his far older advisors. He may not have wanted the position and he may not think he was the best choice for it, but he was determined not to compromise his principles or sacrifice others needlessly and that meant he wasn't buckling on his very first order.

"Pull back and hold," he repeated very carefully, very clearly. "Fortify a line in the limits. They can have Kaon but we won't let them have anything else."

Date: 2010-10-17 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lb-lee.livejournal.com
First time Booster, Ted, and Guy were involved in a fight where food was involved!

Date: 2010-10-17 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Poor, naive Booster having only known powder-based-instant-future-food (which, really, Ted wanted to gag just at the thought of). How could he possibly appreciate the genius and physical comedy of Charlie Chaplin and Laurel and Hardy if he had never thrown food at anyone before? It was a crime and Ted wasn't about to let his best bud go through life so sheltered.

"So?" He asked the younger hero. "Get it now? It's a comedy classic."

Booster took a large not-so-discreet step away from Ted. Guy furiously scrubbed pie out of his face and looked ready to slaughter Ted. "I had nothing to do with this!"

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Date: 2010-10-17 02:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fleur-de-liz.livejournal.com
First time Ted and Booster woke up in the same bed.

Date: 2010-10-17 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Ted was absolutely and emphatically not thinking about it. He wasn't thinking about how the room was incredibly familiar but not in the way that it was his room or that the equally familiar and equally still-not-his blanket was very warm and smelled really good. Just like he wasn't thinking about the arm around his waist and the breath against his neck. He wasn't thinking about his hangover (or lack of one) or the stiff muscles in his lower back and... lower than his lower back or the bite marks he could feel on his neck and shoulders. Nor did he think about how the body behind him was really comfortable or that fact that he had a slight (very slight, extremely slight, nearly-non-existent slight!) erection from all these things he wasn't thinking about.

Then there was puff of a sigh against his jaw and a mumbled out "g'morn'" and Booster slid out of the bed and stretched and was gloriously naked in the early morning light and Ted might've been thinking about his no-longer-so-slight erection (more specifically, how he'd like to take care of it).

Date: 2010-10-17 02:40 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
First time the Twins propositioned Prowl.

Date: 2010-10-17 02:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Prowl took a moment to boggle at them, struggling to keep Breakdown pinned beneath him while at the same time ignoring the minor sting as internal repairs sealed up various equally minor leaks. He was dirty, hurt, exhausted and was not at all in the mood for games.

He jerked Breakdown to his pedes and started pushing him to where Ironhide and Gears were coming towards them. "Honestly," he snapped impatiently, "could you have not picked a better time?"

Prowl stalked off, doorwings flickering in irritation as he went. The Twins stood back and enjoyed to view for a moment before Sideswipe leaned towards his brother and said, "He didn't say no."

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Date: 2010-10-17 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meallanmouse.livejournal.com
First time Xantium got seriously annoyed at the Wreckers!

Hee!

Date: 2010-10-17 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Xantium didn't normally feel limited by her body but she did now and there was no amount of flashing lights and snapping doors and angry beeps that could articulate her emotions- especially when there was no one around to witness it.

On the comms she heard her Wreckers shouting orders and dismay as they were forced back, fighting every micro-inch of retreat and not once- not. ONCE. -did they think to call her for back up. For all the weapons she had and her vantage point from orbit, she was the perfect support. But she was never called for it because Springer didn't want her to fight because he knew she didn't like fighting.

Well she liked losing her mechs even less and if he wouldn't give the order, she was just going to have to give it herself.

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Date: 2010-10-17 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] lady_katana4544
First ever mission that Springer led the Wreckers on.

Date: 2010-10-17 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
"You ready for this?"

Springer gave a cocky grin, as confident as he'd ever been. "No different than our other missions, right?"

He wasn't going to admit to anyone- not even Roadbuster -that he was a bit nervous, maybe even a little scared. Because it had been so long since he commanded mechs, or that they were going in with essentially no back up and no support maybe because they were terribly outnumbered and overpowered and would be lucky if they weren't out-maneuvered.

Or it could've simply been a mix of all three. It didn't matter because Springer couldn't hesitate and he had to get his mechs as fired up as he was pretending to be. So he grinned at his newly formed Wreckers, said something he couldn't recall- but got everyone eager for battle -and stamped down his hesitation.

He had a battle he had to win. He had no time to fear.

Date: 2010-10-17 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] niyazi-a.livejournal.com
First time Bluestreak got drunk?

Date: 2010-10-17 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
It was done with good intentions- they had wanted to get the young mech (barely a mech, practically still a fledgling) to loosen up, to lighten up, to just have a good time.

Instead Prowl found him curled in a dark corner, far away from the others, quietly grieving into his energon. He bundled the poor mech under an arm to take him back to his quarters.

Bluestreak looked up at him, startled at the touch and Prowl just held him gently and said, "It's only me. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Bluestreak pressed his faceplates against Prowl's shoulder component and wailed.

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Date: 2010-10-17 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] novadiscord.livejournal.com
First time Prowl seduces the Twins.

Date: 2010-10-17 03:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Sooooo... Neither of them really knew how it happened and they could tell the other was equally clueless as they stood there, practically chestplate to chestplate. That is, they would've been in their wrists weren't bound together in a tangled mess between them. It was kind of uncomfortable for them being that close, mainly because they didn't know what was coming next and still didn't know how they got like this in the first place.

Sideswipe's optics dimmed slightly and his engine stuttered. Sunstreaker arched his back and let out a soundless gap. Prowl didn't pay either of them any heed, his graceful hands exploring seams and gaps with a sort of detached curiosity.

But his optics were focused and there was the ghost of a wicked smirk on his lips and the frontliners let out twin purrs of want.

Oh yeah- that was how.

Date: 2010-10-17 03:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tiptoptile.livejournal.com
May I request the first time Sandstorm saw another mech looking at Fireflight after he realized he loved him?

Date: 2010-10-17 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Sandstorm didn't consider himself a particularly possessive mech. Greedy, yes. Private, yes. Possessive, not so much. It really didn't bother him when he caught someone being entranced by Fireflight. After all- Fireflight was something special, he was attractive and wonderful and Sandstorm didn't know how anyone didn't find him attractive.

No- what got to Sandstorm was when Fireflight looked back at them with something more than his customary friendliness. When there was something a little closer to warmth in Fireflight's optics and vocalizer. It made Sandstorm wonder how much better for Fireflight than he someone else could be. It made him acutely aware of all his shortcomings and how much Fireflight truly deserved.

That's when Sandstorm realized he was possessive on top of greedy and private. Because he didn't want to lose the Aerialbot and he wanted to be what he deserved and he wanted to be more worthy of Fireflight than anyone else.

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Date: 2010-10-17 03:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
the first time Perceptor botched an experiment/project.

Date: 2010-10-17 03:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
He stood before the review board, shame-faced and still caked with remnants of his experience. Plus the other experiments in the lab that blew up at the result of his blowing up.

The lab's head researcher looked over one more time at the list of projects that were irreparably damaged or drastically set back due to the incident. He looked unamused as he asked, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Perceptor just fidgeted for a moment before saying with a hopeful smile, "At least my hypothesis is on the right track?"

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Date: 2010-10-17 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pellimusprime.livejournal.com
I'm going to be atrociously sappy and doooo...

First time Ironhide reached for Optimus' hand ewe

Date: 2010-10-17 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
(haha, there's some bots i have a hard time being sappy with. ironhide is one of them |D;; sort of vaguely preludes this one (http://idiosyn.livejournal.com/136332.html?thread=1218188#t1218188).)

Before he could go into the conference room, Ironhide grabbed the young mech's hand, pulling away from the door sensors.

"Look," he said gruffly, "I know you're the Prime and I know you're new to this job but I'm begging you- as your advisor and as someone that don't want to see you getting verbally tore up by the other advisors- don't do this. You're going to make it seem like you're givin' into those terrorists. You're gonna weaken the Security Force by falling back."

Optimus Prime looked at him for a moment, then gently pulled his hand away. "I appreciate your concern and your thoughts, but I've gone through all the data and scenarios. This is the best option we have and it is what we're going to do."
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Date: 2010-10-17 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] novadiscord.livejournal.com
First time Ichigo flirts with Kisuke.

Date: 2010-10-17 04:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
There was absolute silence in the store. Then Urahara flicked open his fan to demurely cover his face, eyelashes fluttering. "Why Kurosaki-kun! I never imagined you were such a flatterer!"

Ishida looked somewhat disturbed and Orihime was blushing. "K-Kurosaki-kun, I... didn't know you were that way..." But... but... oh, didn't that just have possibilities! And it certain explained how he could be such good friends with Ishida-kun and Abarai-san...!

Ichigo reeled about furiously on Yoruichi who was laughing so hard she was rolling around on her ass. "DAMMIT! I'm never trusting a thing you say again!"

(Personally, after some of the things Yoruichi had pulled on him before, she didn't know why he trusted her this time.)
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Date: 2010-10-17 04:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Prowl bristled at the feel of lips pressed sloppily to the curve of his helmet. He glared at the overcharged idiots around him until they stopped giggling long enough to totter off. Then he harshly elbowed Jazz away from him.

"Stop humoring them," the tactician snapped. "Especially at my expense."

Jazz just snickered and plopped himself down by Prowl's seat, not at all as buzzed as he had pretended. "But what's the fun of that?"

Date: 2010-10-17 03:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mei-yanohi.livejournal.com
The first time Sanji ever found himself attracted to a man.

Date: 2010-10-17 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
While Zeff was negotiating for this month's supplies, Sanji wandered to the back where all the stockboys hung out. He wasn't exactly friends with any of them, but they made better company than the shitty old man haggling prices.

There was only one person back there- shirtless, broad shouldered and deeply tanned. He had a cigarette rolling between his lips, occasionally his tongue balancing it against his teeth and Sanji found himself oddly entranced by the scene.

The older man looked at him, skin still a bit flushed from work and when Sanji wasn't tracing the path of sweat, he was riveted to the cigarette in his mouth. A hand beckoned him closer and Sanji sat on the crate next to him, feeling oddly fidgety.

The man held out a cigarette toward him and Sanji took it for no other reason than because it was that man giving it to him. It was slightly crushed and the paper a bit moist from the pack being stuffed into his back pocket. It tasted a bit like sweat and smelled kind of like that man and before it was even lit, Sanji already felt addicted.

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Date: 2010-10-17 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kansan-entrails.livejournal.com
The first time Booster and Ted let their guard down around each other.

Date: 2010-10-17 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
They were marathoning some bad sci-fi movies, laughing at the ridiculous plots and even worse logic. Booster shook his head and chuckled as bimbo-of-the-film was going on and on about some 'futuristic' clothing accessory. "Oh man- my sister would've loved one of those if not just to make fun of how stupid it is."

Booster fell silent even before Ted could ask, "You have a sister?"

The silence stretched, neither paying attention to bimbo-of-the-film was messily decapitated by monster-of-the-film. "Yeah," Booster said a little thickly. "She's... she's in the future."

They might not have known each other that long, but Ted could tell it was a painful subject for Booster. So he said neutrally, "I got a brother, myself. He's kind of an ass, though, so I never really think about him."

Booster bit his lip and looked away. Then he slouched and Ted pretended he didn't hear the quivering in his voice. "Shel... could be a pain, but she was pretty much my best friend. She knew exactly what I was going through and always knew what to say to cheer me up." Then the smallest smile touched Booster's lips and he looked at Ted as he said, "She was always pushing me around and getting me into trouble. She's kinda like you, if you looked like me and had boobs."

"Please. There's no way your sister could have come up with half the ingenious pranks I have."

"Oh, you haven't even begun to compete with her..."

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Date: 2010-10-17 03:55 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] eerian_sadow
the first time Elita-1 saw Optimus Prime.

Date: 2010-10-17 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
It was... more of a change than she was expecting. It wasn't just physical- even before he spoke she knew instinctively he was different even in the deepest corners of his spark. She didn't know exactly how to feel about it- one of her best friends was gone forever but they had a leader now...

He put his hands on her shoulders and there was a gentleness to his optics that she never knew in anyone else and she felt such comfort knowing that Orion Pax was still in there somewhere.

She gripped his wrists and smiled up at him. "C'mon- we've got work to do."

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Date: 2010-10-17 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellsangelcurse.livejournal.com
Seeing as it seems that Bluestreak is the character of choice for this...

The First Time Bluestreak met the Wreckers and/or Fireflight.

Please?

Date: 2010-10-17 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
They went down in a clatter of arms, legs and appendages and as they attempted to detach themselves, they only got more entangled.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry!"

"I wasn't looking-"

"Hang on, lemme-"

"Wait, that's-"

"What if-"

They scrabbled and apologized and twisted until, eventually, they managed to at least get faceplate to faceplate.

They exchanged apologetic grins. One wiggled his hand in greeting and said, "Hi."

The other, who couldn't get to his hands, waggled a doorwing in response. "Hi."

"I'm Fireflight."

"Bluestreak."

"I guess it's nice to meet you?"

Bluestreak just laughed. "Nice to meet you, too!"

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Date: 2010-10-17 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
The smaller jet looked at him in confusion. "What," he asked flatly, "was that about?"

"It's a tradition for this species," Skyfire said, waving a hand at the sextupeds around them.

"A tradition for what?"

"Um," Skyfire rubbed at his helmet a little sheepishly. "Closeness?"

Starscream narrowed his optics in suspicion. "What kind of closeness?"

"...partnership closeness?"

"Partnership as defined by?"

"Mating or the equivalent thereof?"

Starscream continued to frown and look at him narrowly. Then he sighed, "Fine," and dragged Skyfire's head down to press their mouths together (still as awkward as the first time was). "Now can I go back to getting these soil samples without interruption?"

Skyfire grinned as the beings around them tittered happily. "Sure thing."

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Date: 2010-10-17 04:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] poisonivory.livejournal.com
Oooh. First time Booster and Michelle were separated?

Date: 2010-10-17 04:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Mike felt twitchy. He felt extremely twitchy. He had no idea why he did, but he did and it was starting to get on the rest of the teams' nerves. Even the couch was starting to get annoyed by Mike's fidgety-ness and lack of attention. At the first rest stop, the couch told Mike to take a run around the block. At the second he made Mike run until he was out of breath. By the third, he said he was tempted to give Mike sleeping pills, even at the risk of throwing off his sleeping pattern for the tournament. Mike decided then it was best to make himself as scarce as possible until it was time to get on the bus again.

He spotted an open vid-comm nearby and slipped inside, setting the glass to translucent before he dialed.

"/Hello?/"

He felt the twitchiness still. "Hey, Shel."

"/Mikey/," she grinned at him through the projector. "/Don't tell me you made it to the hotel already. You said you'd be there late tonight./"

"Yeah, I know. But it's been a boring trip so I thought I'd call, kill some time before we get on the bus again."

She laughed and cupped her chin in her palm and there was the same relief hidden in her eyes that Mike felt. The wrongness of being away from their twin for two weeks was going to come back to them, but for right now they were okay.

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Date: 2010-10-17 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] novadiscord.livejournal.com
The first time Kisuke kissed Ichigo.

Date: 2010-10-17 05:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Ichigo flopped and struggled against the binds, cursing Urahara to the high heavens and beyond (time spent with the 11th Division idiots weren't a total waste, apparently).

Urahara just chuckled at him. "Look at you," he cooed. "All wrapped up like a babe in swaddling clothes!"

The made Ichigo redouble his efforts to flop and curse and made Urahara chuckle more. "Maybe you should take a nap, you're starting to get cranky." Then, with great care, Urahara dropped a kiss on Ichigo's brow and patted his head. "Good night, sweetie!"

There was a pause. Then Ichigo's flopping/cursing effort increased to the point he was probably going to break something (most likely himself). Urahara just outright laughed.
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Date: 2010-10-17 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Mirage had never been so dirty, felt so disgusting in his entire existence. He felt brittle and worthless just being in that... refugee camp (even the name itself made him shudder in revulsion). They were even rationing time and fluids in the washracks! It was insane and disturbing and... and...

And it was all Mirage had now.

He shuffled into the washracks, caught between wanting to huddle in on himself to avoid any unwanted attention and wanting to stand proud and remind everyone that he was untouchable and beyond the rest of them. As he stepped under a head he realized there were no automated brush systems and he didn't have one of his own. His spark felt on the verge of splitting open when, "Need a brush?"

He looked over and a boxy, well-worn mech was holding an extremely used scrub brush at him. Just by looking at it Mirage knew the tough bristles were going to scratch his paint and be painful in the sensitive joints, but... there were no other options. Just like everything else in his life.

"Here," the mech said, taking a half-step closer, "let me help you."

He looked at the strange, green mech distrustfully. His smile was amiable enough and his expression and body language open but there was something in his expression that Mirage couldn't identify and didn't know if he could trust.

(But he allowed the mech to help- Hound, he said his name was -and learned later that that something was sincerity and Mirage didn't know how he would've survived without it.)

Date: 2010-10-17 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] novadiscord.livejournal.com
The first time Prowl agreed to date the Twins.

Date: 2010-10-17 05:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
After being out on patrol with Prowl and him overseeing their punishment and their briefings and helping them to the infirmary, the twins finally cornered the 2IC and said, "What do you think you're doing?"

He cocked his head at them and replied, "Have I not been spending adequate time with you two as I said I would?"

Sunstreaker let out a ragged sigh. "Date, Prowl. We said date."

"Don't tell me you don't know the difference between dating and what you've been doing," his brother put in.

Prowl looked at them blankly. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker exchanged glances.

"Bro, we've got our work cut out for us."
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Date: 2010-10-17 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
It was someone that Prowl didn't know but obviously Jazz did. He asked everyone else to leave him with the body for a moment and Prowl hesitated, not certain if he should let the saboteur along when he was acting so stiff and odd. Jazz leaned down until his helmet touched the ruined armor, twisted and coated in fluids. A thin, keening sound filled the room and Prowl discreetly made his way out.

Date: 2010-10-17 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xturncoatxiii.livejournal.com
First time Ted took off his cowl in front of Booster. :D

Date: 2010-10-17 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] idiosyn.livejournal.com
Booster had kind of mixed feeling about the whole thing. Sure it had been his idea, but asking Beetle out on a date was kind of... risky. Because Booster knew himself enough to know he was infatuated with the blue-clad hero and knowing what he actually looked like might just make it worse. Conversely- if Beetle were ugly under the cowl, there was the slight possibility that it might tamper the attraction (so long as Booster forgot everything else about Beetle that he was attracted to in the first place).

Beetle took a moment to look at Black Canary who was arguing with someone over the amount of paperwork. Then he turned back to Booster and said, "Yeah, okay." He touched his thumb to his chin, then pushed his cowl back from his head. His auburn hair was matted and sweaty, eyes very blue and even more expressive without the yellow of his goggles and when he grinned, warmth and friendliness lined every inch of his face. "Though we should probably take a quick shower, first."

"Sure..." Booster stared after Beetle and the thought of that face and that body and a shower...

Yeah, Booster was in trouble.

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