Telling Deadlock to give into his impulses would be terrible advice, Wing. At least most of them. Besides, that kiss was a trap and you know it. Somehow.
He pauses, swallowing thickly as he contemplates the jet's bare belly. His engines give a hard rev, as all he can think about for a long moment is clambering atop Wing, rubbing against that belly with his own, exploring the seams with his mouth, his fingers....
...no. No. Get a hold of yourself. If Wing's not doing this on purpose, it's because he's fraggin' stuck and scared and while Deadlock thought he'd like the chance to laugh at Wing...he can't. Because he knows what it feels like to be afraid, and feel helpless in your own body.
"...yeah," he manages, finally, picking his way around the room, around the jet, till he reaches one of the wings. He's just about to touch when Wing gives his warning and he flinches back, hands leaping back into the air, before he forces them back down, just...barely...touching the surface of the flightpanel.
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He pauses, swallowing thickly as he contemplates the jet's bare belly. His engines give a hard rev, as all he can think about for a long moment is clambering atop Wing, rubbing against that belly with his own, exploring the seams with his mouth, his fingers....
...no. No. Get a hold of yourself. If Wing's not doing this on purpose, it's because he's fraggin' stuck and scared and while Deadlock thought he'd like the chance to laugh at Wing...he can't. Because he knows what it feels like to be afraid, and feel helpless in your own body.
"...yeah," he manages, finally, picking his way around the room, around the jet, till he reaches one of the wings. He's just about to touch when Wing gives his warning and he flinches back, hands leaping back into the air, before he forces them back down, just...barely...touching the surface of the flightpanel.