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Sixshot wasn’t sure how this happened. Ok, well he knew what had happened, he had been here for it after all, but these things just don’t happen to him.
The large mech let out a huff and Sinnertwin mumbled something in his sleep before pressing closer to his side, wiggling his rump that hung off the side of the berth. The teal and purple monster of destruction and planetary genocide wrapped his arm around the mech so he wouldn't fall.
Blot. Yeah, the small smelly one. This was all his fault.
The smallest Terrorcon had been whimpering and most definitely not crying because Decepticons don’t cry. The barracks were full except for Sixshot’s wing. Mechs didn’t want to stay to close to him, with only a few exceptions.
It had made Blots not crying even more noticeable.
He had stopped by initially to find out what the noise was, and stayed when he saw the mech wallowing in the covers, attempting to drown himself in rather smelly tears.
The phase sixer shifted his foot that hung off the end of the standard berth, pausing when he felt Hun-gerr drooling on his leg that the mech hugged tightly to his chest.
It was after closing time for the bars that the other Terrorcons returned. By then the mech had calmed down and was just hiccuping as he clung ever so tightly to his side.
Perhaps the mech was part space barnacle. It would explain the smell.
Sixshot never learned the names of the mechs or what happened that had bothered the mech currently snoring on his chest. His hand resting on Blots back from when he’d stopped his reassuring strokes and didn’t have anywhere else he could put it.
Rippersnapper and Cutthroat pressed against his side and the much to close wall. Rippersnappers foot twitching and Cutthroat letting out a growl in return that vibrated against his plating.
Sixshot still couldn’t figure out how exactly they all ended up crammed on to Blots woefully inadequate berth.
Only that it wasn’t that bad. They were rather warm and being used as a pillow by the mechs as they twitched, wiggled, snored, drooled and growled was turning out to be surprisingly pleasant in fact.
With one last huff, he leaned back and powered down, enjoying the press of someone else against him.