We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
It was a game, a method of restablising, and Cleaver accepted the gesture for what it was. With a firm grip around his wrist, she let him guide her back onto her pedes which, mercifully, remained steady. A flick of her dorsal plates cast a thin shower of sand down her back, and she twitched her rotors to get the last grains out.
"You call me next time, alright?" She ran a hand down his arm, found his fingers and then couldn't leave them. "Same goes if you want, or need, anything else."
Ironhide squeezed her fingers between his own, daring, now that the temptation was further removed, to lean in and press a light kiss to her cheek, free hand cupping the other. "Ah will," he promised, the ghost of a smile curving his mouth. "An' Ah'll find us somewhere with less sand. But yeh call me if yeh need anything in th' meantime, yeh hear?"
It was hard to let go but the lighter spin of his spark made it easier, processor already scouring for a time and a place, and if some of his habitual gruff had gone missing he doubted anyone at base would mind.