Tag: pet your local scavenger till he makes silly faces

A slight helm-tilt, too many optics flickering independently of each other to size up her frame in just an instant, then a narrow servo reaches out and lightly caresses one pointed cheek-fin, albeit cautiously in case it earns him an attempt at a bite. They’re too tempting to resist, not when he has something like permission.

specialopssaddleback:

specialopssaddleback:

@gravescratch

“…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.

She looks down at him for a startled moment, before he clarifies- and crouches down, legs folding tightly under her. “…If floors are uncomfortable for that, you’re doing it wrong. Just saying.” Chuckling awkwardly, moving to gently stroke the underside of his helm again. She feels buzzy, detached, too relaxed for the situation and her sensory suite is trying to compensate. “That does feel pretty nice…you should give helm massages for shanix. You’d make a pretty tidy sum.”

Honestly, he is curious enough to be interested. He’s not going to suggest anything because he’d rather not scare Saddleback off and end the petting, but that would probably be fun. Just maybe not in public, people are weird about that for some reason.

“Mm… I probably could, though people tend to be rather intimidated by the excess optics and lack of a ‘proper’ face. I suppose I’d have to find rather tolerant clients.”

Rather than potentially be intimidating, he adds another servo to the helm rubs, stroking both her cheek-fins and moving to the audial fin he hasn’t touched yet. Mm. Very nice texture under his fingertips, and, oh, lovely petting. 

Rumbling softly, he tilts his helm up to allow for the petting, optics dimming pleasantly in enjoyment of every bit of sensory input. Ahh, yes. He hasn’t had this sort of attention in far, far too long, and it is very pleasant. Mouth falling open just a fraction, he purrs and lets the tip of his tongue loll out, knowing that it probably looks stupid but really just not caring. 

(actually, it’s kind of adorable, even if his tonguetip is more tongue than most people have in their entire mouths)