Perhaps that’s for the best. [Clearly Tailgate doesn’t realize of over his head he is right now.
Tarn stares down at the minibot, cocking his head at the offered fuel. He hasn’t topped off in some time, and he must admit that his tanks feel rather empty. Maybe he can use this naivety to his advantage. It may prove easier than he had hoped to try to get some information from his well meaning crew-mate.
Tarn Plucks the cube of energon from Tailgate’s hand, lifting it up to inspect it. There’s nothing noticeably different about it's scent, or it's viscosity, but Tarn also wouldn’t put it past the Autobots to send the small cute one to make him let his guard down before poisoning him
Deciding to take the risk, he produces a straw from his subspace and chances a tiny sip. It’s shocking high quality.]
Thank you. I am Tarn, of the Decepticon Justice Division. Who might you be?
no subject
Tarn stares down at the minibot, cocking his head at the offered fuel. He hasn’t topped off in some time, and he must admit that his tanks feel rather empty. Maybe he can use this naivety to his advantage. It may prove easier than he had hoped to try to get some information from his well meaning crew-mate.
Tarn Plucks the cube of energon from Tailgate’s hand, lifting it up to inspect it. There’s nothing noticeably different about it's scent, or it's viscosity, but Tarn also wouldn’t put it past the Autobots to send the small cute one to make him let his guard down before poisoning him
Deciding to take the risk, he produces a straw from his subspace and chances a tiny sip. It’s shocking high quality.]
Thank you. I am Tarn, of the Decepticon Justice Division. Who might you be?