“…What are- oh.” She stiffens up, stocky little body tense and wheels preemptively starting to spin before they stop, and…the caress is apparently accepted. The cheekguards are nothing special, just designed to protect her faceplates during an impact, to frame her jaw to look interesting, but they’re seldom touched. It feels a little weird. Okay, that’s kind of nice. Leaning her helm into the touch.
A distinct flicker of intrigue pulses through Gravescratch’s otherwise reserved field, then long legs fold to bring him down to her level, his other primary servo raising slightly to rub clawtips carefully over one of those shoulder tires. Tires are seldom all that sensitive, but they intrigue him, so… probably another safe area. And he’s going to keep lightly caressing the spot on her cheekguard that she seems to like, just soft, gentle rubs to see if it keeps her calm and open to contact.
At the same time, secondary arms unfold from their usual spot tucked up against his frame, reaching just slightly towards her to see if she either has no objections or is a bit too distracted to notice.
She makes no move to get away or stop him, instead simple waiting, frame creaking slightly as she relaxes bit by tentative bit, wheels slowly starting to rotate on reflex as they’re touched. Nothing being touched is terrible sensitive, no, but the simple touches are simple…accepted. Nice. She thinks. It’s nice to be touched.
“…yeah, you can go on.” She mumbles, eyeing his secondary arms, sounding quite distracted and faint. “Jus’…watch the middle. M’ ticklish.”
Honestly, he is rather tempted to just gently capture her and start tickling, but he’ll probably be punched for that. Or bitten. And it would be just a little bit cruel, wouldn’t it? Grabbing minibots for nefarious purposes is not kind.
Instead of giving in to impulse, Gravescratch gently strokes Saddleback’s cheek with one servo, moving slightly to the side in order to easily reach her back. He’s going to take this opportunity and try to get a good look at this durable little minibot, while doing his very best not to loom over her. Which, considering his height, is not a simple task.
After a minute or two, still petting Saddleback’s cheekfin but from an entirely different angle thanks to now having two other servos on her back and one on her shoulder, it occurs to Gravescratch that she might also be curious. So, curious, he pushes his helm gently against her palm, both secondary servos sliding down (carefully bypassing her hips) to inspect one of those unusual pedes.
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