The difference between white santa and black santa
Vine by: Chris Jay
Nightraid wanted to believe and pretend that he knew who this was…He should not be lying around, as if he had nothing better to do. He needed to find them. He wanted to see them again.
The Eradicon scoffed. “Hmph! I assure you, there is nothing you should worry about. I am perfectly capable of sustaining myself, as I have been for countless millennia.” If she were to see him, she’d be amused at his slight arrogance.
Speaking of Dream-Weaver, even when she was very capable of survival herself, he couldn’t help but worry either.
He simply replied with three question marks.
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Nightraid blinked and a smile played at his faceplates, his wings twitching slightly. "I would claim that I am. Though it is reassuring and a pleasure to hear from you, Dream. I trust that you may be safe as well." After all, he hasn’t seen her since the Deceptions dispersed. He never doubted that she would be able to fend for herself, however.
He did not reply to this one and fell silent. Regardless of who spoke or wrote those words, it still made him think. And for some reason, it hurt. Was it it’s scarcity? Perhaps. But he did not linger on it too much.
"I have not planned on leaving but- I am terribly confused, I don’t-…?"
"Just a few nicks and scrapes, nothing I cannot withstand." Some of the dents and scratches were like papercuts- they were small and he did not notice he’d even been sustained them. Though others were larger and deeper, they were nothing to worry about.
The Con sputtered and went wide eyed, his visor flashing with shock, “P-pardon me?! You are bearing wrong assumptions- we are merely friends!” Personally, he did not know what they had between them, but he was certain it did not surpass the point to where they would would…interface. That is…if that what this grey face was implying by “do the do”.