[Okay, so maybe Tucker hadn't exactly realized who it was he was hitting on when the line left his lips (and it was a great fucking line because, come on, all of them in their armor pretty much had this Optimus Fine on lock down). Now that he did, and he was staring at that familiar paint job? Oh. Well, fucking shit hell.
But it didn't matter, not in this minute (fifty-nine seconds and counting), because damn, sure this guy was an asshole that wanted to kill, like, all of them, but--]
I wish. [Because being high would explain why his heart was still beating hard, why his cheeks were burning, and--]
There are a lot of fish in the sea, but you're the only one I'd like to catch and mount back home. You know, in my bed.
[There will be a time in roughly fifty-six seconds from now when Tucker would much rather gut himself with his own sword than remember this moment. But maaan, is that time far away and the clock is ticking slow.]
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But it didn't matter, not in this minute (fifty-nine seconds and counting), because damn, sure this guy was an asshole that wanted to kill, like, all of them, but--]
I wish. [Because being high would explain why his heart was still beating hard, why his cheeks were burning, and--]
There are a lot of fish in the sea, but you're the only one I'd like to catch and mount back home. You know, in my bed.
[There will be a time in roughly fifty-six seconds from now when Tucker would much rather gut himself with his own sword than remember this moment. But maaan, is that time far away and the clock is ticking slow.]