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merry christmas
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a very special artfight attack i did for my gf
gonna work on a revenge next! you can find me at https://artfight.net/~futabagaming
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Hola~ Hola ♪ Referencia actualizada de yop~ ^^)
También por qué la primera que hice era muy "ñeh" y a parte me trae amargos recuerdos :>
En fin~ Espero les guste ^^)
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Here’s that art dump of all of the good, good stuff I’ve been drawing recently. Surprise! It’s all for Gale’s End. I’ve been having so much fun with it.
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dije que lo haria- y sinceramente es primera vez que me sale bien un dibujo de el pelo de tu oc piña x"DDD
@paxi-suru-art
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The one that says Paxie is old design- Oc! :3
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Sweet Bother, That’s What You Are
A.N:
(starring my two TFP OCs, Paxie and Sharpflint, who will be getting sketch posts um.........eventually o///o’’)
-HIIIIII So. Potentially the first of many drabbles with these two <3 There’s no official story story, really....just whatever comes to mind if I feel like writing it! ^w^
-I actually managed to find the first time I did a drabble for them, idk, kinda dumb, but thought I’d link in case you were interested ^^’’
-This one’s kinda dumb too I apologize but I wanted to write it so
-Sorry for grammar, punctuation, word usage, spelling, etc mistakes......it’s late and I’m falling asleep and my brain is on Full Sunshine Happy Things mode so I’m just trying to dump all that into this story >:3
-What planet are they on that has metallic trees and rocks?? uM?? uh--ok well,,,,,,same planet as the last one sorry I’m not very creative idk why I need so many trees for my writing anyway lmfao akjdjsd
-So when is this set then?? Ok so. After the war; in this universe here, which is not an au btw (or is it?? idk?? the events are assumed to be exactly the same as prime and other aligned continuity stuff just with these two inserted in the background if that makes any sense at all,,,,) Paxie was from one of the first generations after the war; Sharpflint fought in the war as an Autobot so,,,theres that.
-May I just note for the record so no one asks or makes assumptions, their relationship is fully inteded to be really good friendship & it’s Not romantic. Sorry if I made it confusing in the writing sdjsdj basically I love writing romantic stuff but for once I want to write a Good Friends dynamic ^w^ hope thats okie!
-Also no Sharpflint is not actually old, he’d be more like a 35-year old and Paxie’s might be 25-ish. If you wanted to visualize it in human years I guess because we’re all........human..? She’s just fooling around 😹✨
-SHOUTOUT TO Y’ALL WHO ENCOURAGED ME TO START POSTING MY DRABBLE IDEAS!! I hope I do not disappoint too much ^^’’
-hhhhh & it be Short™ o///o but I hope you like it!!! thanks for reading!!! :)
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Paxie kicked a stray rock back into its place on the side of the road and pouted. Arms folded behind her back, she did her best to tune out whatever Sharpflint was on about. Why?
“—and Primus fragging heck, Paxie, you know that as your friend—no, respected elder and mentor—I do not want to find your corpse on the side of the highway because you refuse to learn that—”
Yes. That. Because he was lecturing her about how strongly he disagreed with her personal stance in the Natural Form movement. However, she was not truly annoyed at all. It was a peaceful afternoon and she’d managed to convince Sharpflint to ditch patrol to walk with her.
I’m going to have some fun here--after all, I’m giving up my free day, the one day I don’t have classes!!
Suddenly, one of his words registered in her mind and she got an idea.
Paxie tapped his arm. He came to a halt alongside her, breaking off abruptly to give her a scathing ‘WHAT.’ However he swallowed that, too when he saw her face.
“You got one thing right, salty engines,” Paxie started, feigning frustration.
Sharpflint narrowed his yellow optics—he absolutely detested that ridiculous nickname.
“Oh?” He muttered back, half annoyed. “Enlighten me.”
Paxie shook her head, heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, you’re old. But you’re not my mentor—you’re too old to be my mentor. I’d need a spry, young, whippersnapper like myself! In fact—wait—”
She did a shushing motion and looked around. Sharpflint moaned quietly, rolling his eyes hard. He waited for her to continue roasting him.
“Yes…yes, I can hear it!”
He decided to play along, folding his arms as he towered over her. “Hear what, Paxie?”
“Listen!! I can hear the high concentration of salt in your attitude rusting your rotor blades!!”
Frag me, Primus why.
“I can hear it from a mile—”
Sharpflint picked her up, smirking as her words melted into surprised yelping. He hoisted her over his shoulder, gripping her legs as the rest of her body hung over his back, and eyed the tree a small ways ahead of them. His grin grew wider.
“Old, huh?”
“Yes!!” Paxie was laughing now, gasping for air.
“Well, then, I’ll just show you how us elderly were taught to run!”
“FLINT!!!”
He swung her in a circle before racing ahead to the tree, prompting more giggled cries. His eyes glinted while his shorter friend shouted, playfully indignant, and demanded to be put down.
“I’ll snap you in two, you robot stick!!”
“Try it, tiny!! You’d barely leave a scratch!”
“OH—” Paxie narrowed her optics and whacked his green plating, still laughing. “SO SAYS ‘MR. INSULTS ARE RUDE’!! WOW!!”
Sharpflint let out a laugh himself, reaching the tree. Sure I said that, but I never said I couldn’t joke around…
“Hey, what are y—WAHHAHHHHHNOONONO—��
The two mechs had made it to the tree, so Sharpflint naturally tossed Paxie just high enough for her to land in one of the branches. As he’d hoped, she latched on and balled up against the metallic surface, optics wide with shock.
Take that, you adorable little scrap. Sharpflint nodded to himself, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head back to take in the view. Paxie started giggling again, wailing down at him to help her off the branch .
“I’m only as old as the middle of the Great War!”
“You’re a salty, rusty sack of bolts!!”
Sharpflint sighed, turning away. “You and Mr. Tree can keep each other company until I come back here for patrol….” He pretended to think deeply, then calmly finished, “Four days from now.”
“Fine! You’re only as old as the youngest old bot from the war!!”
“Three days.”
“You’re a not-so-old dork!”
“Hmmm….” Sharpflint let the silence sink in, as if he were actually deeply considering her words. Paxie sighed audibly.
“You’re my favorite old dork--the best friend I could ask for!”
At this, Sharpflint turned and regarded her, beaming down at him. He unfolded his arms, chuckling lightly.
“I was going to let you down anyway, you know..” he said a little more quietly, feeling a little warm after her previous comment. The purple-white mech grinned back down at him.
“I know! I just wanted to say!”
Paxie was his closest friend, even if she was young, and didn’t know how bleak life could be—which was half the reason they ever got into fights in the first place anyway. Sometimes it’s hard to see eye-to-eye with someone who’s led a completely different life than your own. Both Sharpflint and Paxie were aware of that.
All that same, she was sunshine and openness.
Paxie was…simply put, a great friend.
Sharpflint cracked a small smile—not a smirk, but a real smile.
“You want to meet again at Silicon’s tonight?”
“Only if you’re paying!”
Sharpflint heaved another sigh, slumping over. Well, what else was to be expected? After all, the helicopter mech had thrown his friend into a tree. He couldn’t say no.
Well, no, he could, really should...but it would be rude—
“Oh, dear Primus,” he murmured under his breath, continuing to gaze up at Paxie, still hugging the tree branch for her dear life.
“Yay!! Silicon’s!!” Paxie cheered like a young sparkling, then cut herself off as her celebratory motions caused the branch to sway a bit too much.
“Thank goodness for frequent paychecks…”
But above all, thank goodness for friends. Especially the ones that drive a bot nuts. Paxie, I’d give my life for you.
#transformers prime#tfp#transformers prime ocs#transformers ocs#transformers#tf#ocs#original characters#fanfic#fanfiction#drabble#writing#story#for fun#kuniwrites#paxie#sharpflint#oc paxie#oc sharpflint#oc writing#oc fanfiction#tf ocs#tfp ocs#Aligned continuity#random#<3#:D
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🎉🎊🎁Felíz cumpleaños @paxi-suru-art 🎁🎊🎉
Desde que vi a su nueva oc principal quise dibujarlo y quise aprovechar su cumpleaños para hacerlo. >>:3
Eres uno de mis grandes amigos que hice en tumblr quiero que este sea una pequeña manera de mostrar nuestra amistad.
Estos tiempos son muy difíciles, pero aún así te deseo que puedas pasar un excelente cumpleaños. Todos tus seguidores te queremos mucho y te deseamos lo mejor ^^
Así que ¡¡¡Happy birthday for you!!~~
#dibujo#my art#not my oc#fanart#ilustración#ilustration#paxi#Feliz cumpleaños#este es mi quinto intento en subir esta wea! >:'v#dibujo digital#digital art#lo subo ahora por que mañana tampoco tendré Internet xd
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×Little wip×
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¡Hola a todos!. Hace un par de días estaba a hablando con mi amiga @paxi-suru-art sobre cosas casuales cuando me empezó ha hablar de sus viejos personajes y diseños. Me mostró ha este personaje el cual me gusto su diseño, me pregunto si estaba interesado en adoptarlo y yo acepte.
Esta es la referencia original que me mostró, le modificare algunas cosas a su historia e origen para implementarlo próximamente. Por mientras les dejo con el re-diseño de mi parte.
¡Muchas Gracias @paxi-suru-art por dejarme adoptar a tu personaje! :D
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"You're a snake-tongued bastard and I'm taking you down with me" for the quotes game?? - magic-is-something-we-create
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Okay, Kyle is constantly THINKING shit like this with Max. Too bad he’s so quiet because this would be a PERFECT PERFECT quote for him T_T
But hmm, probably Kate tbh. She’s got one temper on her xD if not her, I could totally see Jason Zephyr saying it. >:)
Thanks for playing, @magic-is-something-we-create!!
Send me quote, receive who’s most likely say it!
#kate#kate larson#kate bovington#my ocs#about my ocs#quotes#my games#ask games#oc games#writer games#writeblr games#asks#my ask#paxy friendo#jason#jason zephyr#about jason#ky#kyle#kyle eisenhower#about kyle
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Pick an oc of mine
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Finalmente, luego de no poder dibujar nada decente por unos meses (Por cosas personales) Por fin pude hacer un dibujo detallado que me gustara mucho, así que espero que a ustedes igualmente les guste.
Se que no es la gran cosa, pero realmente me esforce. Espero traer nuevos dibujos con un nuevo estilo y mas calidad <3
Se agradecen los reblogs y corazones <3
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So I realized that I had drawn a bunch of stuff and thought it was time to do another art dump.
This is just waaay easier for me to do than try to post each drawing individually. It looks so cool to have all of my drawings together.
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Fic: If I Ever Leave This World Alive
Fandom: The Avengers (AU)
Summary: Despite what many scientists say, the multiverse is a sentient being; it has thoughts, feelings… and a sense of humor. One of its favorite jokes is to gather some or all the versions of one person in one place and watch them try to figure things out. This, for reasons unknown to even them, is hilarious. Unfortunately, the multiverse is not infallible; it makes mistakes, as many sentient beings do, and sometimes… the wrong person is gathered.
Content Warnings: poor mental health, thoughts of suicide, original character
Notes: There isn’t much to this fic. It may never be finished, just to warn you.
Two seconds after waking up, she realizes something is wrong. She sits up, looks around the room and narrows her eyes; it’s her room, but at the same time it wasn’t. The structure itself was the same, but the colors were wrong. Her nicknacks weren’t there; her full collection of Bendy and the Ink Machine figures that she lovingly hunted were gone, she had gone to so many stores to find them, ironically the Heavenly Toys Alice Angel was the hardest to find… she was getting sidetracked.
“JARVIS, are you here?” she asked as calmly as she could muster. If the silence after her request didn’t speak volumes, his reply did.
“Yes Ma’am…” She didn’t hear Jarvis sound uncertain very often. It was uncomfortable.
“JARVIS, do you know my name?”
“No Ma’am. But you are not setting off any alarms, meaning you are somehow supposed to be here.” She relaxed a little.
“Yes, but this is the wrong ‘here’…”
“Ma’am?”
“My name is Anita Stark; I think I’m in the wrong universe.” Hearing herself say this ridiculousness doesn’t wake her up in her actual bed in her actual room, so this is probably what’s happening. She hates that she knows this is a thing that can actually happen.
“I am sorry to hear that, Miss Stark,” JARVIS but not her JARVIS replies with a reasonable amount of skepticism for an AI. “Should I call someone?”
“Could you tell Mr. Stark that I’m here? I don’t want to startle him.”
“Of course, Miss. Anything else?”
“I’m going to go have a panic attack in the shower, could you keep people out for about an hour?”
“Will you require medical attention afterward?” The fact he was so nonchalant about things was oddly comforting.
“No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “But I’ll probably need some clothes. I’ll definitely need some coffee.”
“Of course, Miss Stark.”
***
Tony’s reaction to a strange person in his house that somehow didn’t off any alarms was a lot more normal than anyone expected.
“How did she get in here, there’s security! And… Avengers! There are Avengers everywhere!”
“The scans didn’t pick her up as an intruder, Sir,” JARVIS replied. “I took the liberty of doing a scan on her, and biologically, she belongs here.”
“What does that mean?” Steve asked. He’d sat there quietly while JARVIS told Tony about this “Anita Stark”, because it seemed that Tony was freaking out enough for the both of them, but now he needed something explained. He had a pretty good idea what was being said, but confirmation was always nice.
“Miss Stark’s DNA is similar enough to Sir that she didn’t register as an intruder.”
“When you say similar, is the difference the lack of Y chromosome or something more?” Tony looked over at Steve, his mouth hanging open a little. “What? I read.”
“To answer your question, Captain,” JARVIS continued. “Miss Stark is indeed lacking the Y chromosome, but also a few other markers… rather than being a female version of Sir, she appears to be a sibling. Specifically a twin sibling.”
“There’s a universe where I have a twin sister,” Tony said flatly. “Fantastic. Where is she now?”
“She, by her own admission, is having a panic attack in the shower and has asked to not be disturbed for an hour. I’ve ordered her some clothes; they should be arriving shortly.”
“Thank you, JARVIS.”
“Of course, Sir.” There was a moment where Tony looked like he was going to move on to something else, but then just stood where he was, blinking.
“Wait… why is she having a panic attack in the shower?”
***
Everything was too similar, but at the same time everything was too different. The bathroom here had the same layout as her bathroom at home, but the colors were wrong; some ghastly shade of pink covered these walls, the trim was an off white. The walk in shower didn’t have the bench that Tony installed when she’d broken her leg, which was okay because it made it a lot easier for her to curl up naked in the corner while her entire body shook aa the water poured down on her. There was a good two or three minutes of her repeating “I’m okay” over and over, despite the fact it was obvious she wasn’t okay. Tony, her Tony, was probably freaking out, poor Stephen would be getting a wakeup call.
She stopped trying to convince herself she was okay long enough to wonder if there was a Stephen Strange in this universe, and if he could fix this. It seemed very Deus ex Machina, so that was probably not going to work as well as she hoped. Still, it was enough to get her on her feet and finish her shower. Her Tony would look for her. He would have everyone looking for her. She just needed to keep it together until he got her home.
“Miss Stark?” JARVIS asked, his voice barely louder than the shower.
“Hello JARVIS,” she replied as she lathered up her hair. “How did Mr. Stark take the news of my presence?”
“As well as you might expect, Miss.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice. It was relaxing, somehow. “Some clothes have been placed on the bed for you when you are ready for them.”
“Thank you, JARVIS. Am I to report anywhere once I’m dressed?”
“I believe Mr. Stark is going to send someone up to talk to you. He seemed distressed when I mentioned you might be having a panic attack in the shower.” She sighed as she stepped out of the shower, grabbing a couple of nearby towels, wrapping her long dark hair up in one and the rest of her in the other.
“Thanks for warning him… I’ve been told I’m not easy to handle coming down.”
“You have these often?”
“PTSD.” JARVIS didn’t seem to have a reply for that. Most people didn’t, so that was alright by Anita. She wrapped herself in her towels before going out into the bedroom and grabbing the clothes left for her, shutting herself in the bathroom again before getting dressed. The fit was remarkable, leaving her to assume that Jarvis had taken scans of her to make sure everything was comfortable. She wondered if his name came from the same place as her Tony’s JARVIS, or if it was just some acronym this Tony came up with.
“Miss Stark, I’ve been asked to see if you’re up to visitors,” JARVIS said cautiously.
“JARVIS, be straight with me: is someone going to taser me if I let them into this room?”
“Agent Coulson is outside the door and he does appear to have his taser…”
“He has my permission to fuck off, and you can quote me directly.” She could feel the panic rising in her again; nothing about this place seemed safe, especially if they were sending Coulson of all people to talk with her. She had no problem with her Coulson; she would never tell anyone, but if he ever tased her Tony, she would most likely agree that he deserved it. Her Tony liked to push buttons, he’s been pushing hers for a good twenty five years. Coulson was not to be messed with, regardless of what universe he was from. The Avengers were damage control; Coulson was threat neutralization.
Oh, her heart is racing now, that’s fun. JARVIS is going to report that to Coulson and whoever else might be on the other side of the door. She locked the door before getting in the shower, if they don’t have a key, then that door is coming down…
“Miss Stark,” JARVIS said with a forced calm she’d never heard from an AI. “You are dangerously close to backing yourself out onto the balcony. If you would be so kind as to have a seat, I will request someone else come speak with you.” She’s about to look over her shoulder when she feels a door handle against her back. If this balcony was anything like her own, it was a good twenty story drop beyond the railing.
The drop didn’t sound so bad right now, and she hated herself for thinking that.
“Thank you JARVIS,” she replied softly, taking a seat on an oversized armchair, making herself as small as possible. “I’ll sit here.”
“Do you require anything else, Miss?” She shakes her head.
“Nothing you can give me, JARVIS… thank you anyway.”
“What do you require, Miss?” She sighs sadly, shaking her head.
“My brother.”
#Paxie Writes Fic#cw: thoughts of suicide#cw: poor mental health#this character man#this OC#they’re so wrapped up in flogging molly and I can’t bring myself to be mad about it
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Where the Trees Grow
Summary: Just testing out the characters of my two TFP OCs, so I thought I’d write this instead of doing the long list of assignments for school I need to do tonight to show you what they’re kind of like--at least with each other. And just putting this out there: They’re friends. Nothing more. Soooooooo............enjoy, I guess.
O///O
Dont,,dont ask about that title. Idk what it is either,,
NOTE ABOUT THE PLANET: I mentioned “Athenia” bc I legit could not remember if in the TFP canon there were any parts of cybertron that had trees and,,,and dirt. So in my panic I remembered the name of the planet the Autobots and their base exist on in “Headmasters” (dont start with me I know this isnt the same universe as that but leave me alone idk what I’m doing either rn) and it had trees and stuff!! So...it fit the bill......Sharpflint is patrolling another nearby planet for,,,reasons. In Transformers canon, that planet does exist so,,,that’s enough on that ^^’’ Just wanted to make the note in case someone is bothered by this,,
uhhh,,,,yeep this is supposed to take place after the war, since Paxie was from one of the first generations after the war; Sharpflint fought in the war as an Autobot so,,,theres that. This isn’t part of anything, it’s just this random thing I wrote,,,because.
Anyway ok I’ll shut up this was a dumb drabble I apologize I’m sorry what is this hh
By the time Sharpflint raised his eyes to the trees towering over him, it was too late. That rustling sound he’d been hearing all afternoon while on patrol?
“Woah-woOAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”
It smacked him right in the face with a resounding ‘CLANG!!’
Actually, she smacked him in the face.
And knocked him to the ground.
For a few moments, the two bots laid still in the dirt, trying to process what had just happened. Then, Sharpflint snapped to full consciousness.
“Get off me,” he snarled, glaring at the figure on top of his. “I’ll throw your tiny body across this clearing, punk.”
“Oh sure you will. Make me,” came the confident, snarky response. The white-purple femme shut her eyes and went limp, pretending to start snoring. The corners of her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile.
Sharpflint was not very amused.
“Alright then.”
The red and green mech hefted himself upright, and with startling ease, picked up and tossed his mystery assailant across the small, grassy clearing. Her optics widened the instant he touched her, but she slammed into a tree and slid to the ground before she had a chance to yelp in surprise.
He smirked slightly, rising to his feet and stalking towards the now-unconscious femme. She made no sound, slumped over against the tree but still breathing. Sharpflint instantly felt just a little guilty.
That was rough and mean. Maybe a little too mean. He rubbed the side of his face frustratedly.
You idiot. You don’t throw people. Oh Primus, Ratchet won’t be happy about this, that’s for sure.
He huffed a long sigh and opened his comm.
“Hey, doc. It’s ‘Flint. Paxie left the premises. Are you aware of this fact?”
A groan from the other end gave him his answer.
“Again? But I told her she--”
“Well, enough of that. Somehow she followed me to Athenia and now she’s unconscious. Help, I guess?”
“....what did you do to her?”
Oh, Ratchet. The old bot really does know everything, doesn’t he?
Sharpflint fought the urge to chuckle in surprise and instead cleared his throat, touching the back of his helm a little awkwardly.
“I--well, she fell out of a tree and....no, you know what? I get it. I was too rough. Sorry. I’m sending coordinates so you can bridge her back,” He paused, seeing her twitch slightly. “Hurry, doc-bot. She’s not staying for long.”
“Sharpflint,” Ratchet said, his tone seeming to weigh more than one single word. There was a long silence. Then, he simply sighed again. “Never mind, you know what I’m going to say, don’t you?.”
“You’re a good bot, Ratchet. I’ll tell her when she wakes up.”
“W...when who...aHK--” Paxie winced, slouching over and gripping her midsection. “Pain pain pain pain pain pain owww....” She murmured in a tiny voice, squeezing her optics shut and rocking back and forth.
Sharpflint raised an eyebrow, then hung up on Ratchet. As he stepped closer to her to help her up, a groundbridge portal tore into the air next to them. Paxie cracked open her eyes a little as the pain subsided, eyeing first the bridge, then the red-green mech, currently holding out his servo. She pouted, gritting her teeth and pushing off the ground by herself.
“Jerk.”
“Hey, you know, that was pretty reckless!!” He snapped. Paxie rolled her eyes and pretended to ignore him.
“You know--” He fumbled for the right words. “You’re lucky the war’s over and this patrol was just an innocent outing!” He blurted a little clumsily, quickly starting to feel slightly annoyed again. Paxie suppressed her urge to laugh out loud for the sake of her old and new injuries.
“And what the scrap does that have to do with anything, you jerk? Why’d you throw me against a fragging tree?!”
“I’m just SAYING--” the mech bit his tongue and cut himself off, sighing. Too loud, too angry, definitely too rude a tone to be using with her. He chided himself internally for being so rough and for...being a jerk. “Look, you hurt yourself falling off the top of a ladder you weren’t supposed to be climbing in that library! I’ve seen bots lose their lives going for a refuel.”
“Which is terrible and I’m sorry. But why are you bringing this up, Flint?” She narrowed her eyes, letting her arms fall to the side.
“Because if you had followed me out here during the War, you’d have been at risk of dying.”
Paxie went quiet. Not because she felt guilty or that she understood. But something about the calm finality of his words made her insides shift around. Relenting, the white-purple femme sighed and started into the bridge.
“I’ll stay with Ratchet,” she mumbled. “Sorry.”
Sharpflint felt a brief pang of guilt.
“Hey, Paxie?”
She turned, looking a little subdued. “I know it was stupid, I’m sorr--”
“No, don’t apologize. I was a jerk. I’m sorry.”
Paxie folded her arms. “And?”
“And...I need to get my head out of the past. The war’s over. I shouldn’t be so aggressive.” She nodded at his words and straightened, heading into the bridge. In turn, the red and green-plated bot swiveled and headed back to his patrol post--
“Silicon’s.”
Sharpflint jolted at the sound of her voice. What? What does she want now?
Paxie scampered back to the edge of the glowing green portal, a mischevious twinkle in her eyes, grinning.
“Silicon’s. Tonight at moonrise. You’re paying!”
Sharpflint whipped around and opened his mouth to make a retort at her and assert that he was not--
And then the bridge came to a close with a sharp whooshing noise.
“For frag’s sake, Paxie,” he raised his wrist and pulled up his balance.
You’re lucky I got my paycheck last week.
But while he stared at the sky, the inklings of a smile played at his lips.
Sharpflint, you big, dumb, dork.
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