“…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.
“Aw.” She shuffles a little when his servos wander to her pedes, still watching him patiently from behind her visor, but she manages to keep her legs mostly still- for such an otherwise sturdily-built mechanism her pedes are meant to be flexible and graceful- and powerful. Launching power rather than outright running. For the most part, she’s distracted by his helm, slowly petting it, looking over his optics and antennae.
“You have…a lot of sensory capability, don’t you? Look at all these. You don’t have any blind spots, do you?” Muttering more to herself than him, observations, rubbing along the base of an antennae, testing.
Gravescratch was made to be solitary, but, oh, being touched is still lovely. Rumbling softly, he pushes his helm further into Saddleback’s servo, raising his antennae to encourage more rubs. As he does, his optics shutter in a wave, starting at the front and ending with the back pair a few seconds later. “Mmn… none. The only place I cannot see is directly behind my own helm, and these” a quick twitch-flick of all six antennae “cover that.”
Both secondary servos flicker over her ankle and pede, fingertips mapping out the intricate joints, careful not to get into any joints that could trap him. Interesting. Digitigrade pedes are unusual, especially on people whose frames do not look like his. And these betray a certain agility… she’s probably faster than she looks.
Now rather curious as to what might happen if he turns an exam into something more like petting, he raises his unoccuied primary servo, continuing to pet at her cheek guard as he ever-so-carefully traces two fingertips on the other servo over her audial fin. These tend to be sensitive on most people.
Saddleback strokes under his helm with one servo, using the other to trace his antennae slowly, carefully- jolting a bit as he touches her audials and stifling a sharp intake of air. Sensitive- but she can relax after a moment, tuning down their sensitivity for now. “Mm, I wish I had that range of vision. I could do with some sensory antennae…but I make do.” Her wheels still lazily spin, rotating back and forth in reponse to the touches, shifting her weight from pede to pede.
It’s nice to have someone larger who isn’t necessarily looming over her.
Okay, so no firm strokes to audial fins. Nice and gentle, still just one servo, willing to pull away if she wants. He likes the texture, so he touches the delicate finlet for a few seconds more, then slides his fingertips down to just lightly caress her lower jaw. Still curious, still innocent, but bordering on affectionate.
And, hm. “Pardon me, but taste is a primary sense for me when I am investigating something, so… “ Gravescratch rumbles, trailing off, and just demonstrates rather than explaining. Parting his jaws just a fraction, not enough to show teeth, he flicks the very tip of his tongue out and licks Saddleback’s palm, curious what he might pick up on. Sometimes he can tell a lot about people by what their servos taste like. The only difficulty is that this can be rather… stimulating. Hopefully he’s gotten this right and not accidentally scared her off. Or gotten himself punched, that happens now and then when he miscalculates things.
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