Brave Police Shadowmaru Drill Boy K

Shadowmaru was taking a recharge nap in his room when he felt Drill boy nuzzling into his shoulder, excitedly babbling. Giving a short grunt, he rolled over and pinned the littler mech, ignoring the protesting yelp in favor of curling around the…

Wait wha—

Opens flashing online Shadowmaru let go and rolled off of his own berth, hitting the floor hard. Drill Boy's plating was freezing, touching it for a few seconds had left him with a shiver. No. No, no, no. He hated the cold. It reminded him of sinking in the ocean. No.

Drill Boy's face appeared over the edge of the berth, grinning sheepishly. "'Maru, come play in the snow with me!" he cried, holding out a servo for the other.

Shadowmaru frowned, rolling himself over and sitting up. "No thank you, Drill Boy," he replied calmly "I don't like cold weather that much."

The orange mech pouted confused. "Wolves like snow, they play in it all the time!" he pointed out to the other, hoping this taunt would work. "You'd be proving you're a real wolf at heart, you know."

"Not gonna work this time~" Shadowmaru smirked. "I do not enjoy being frozen."

Drill Boy huffed, thinking and fiddling with his scarf. There had to some way to get 'Maru to go out and have fun with him… ah-hah.

Drill boy pouted again, standing. "Well, I was going to say that after we get back inside we can have some fun getting warmed up again," he innocently stated, though his optics were anything but. Shadowmaru quirked his brow, but remained quiet. The soccer detective continuedturning his back on the other. "After all, the rest of Build Team is out shoveling, and salting… busy. What am I supposed to do all alone?"

That did it. No brotherly love interference? Sold. Shadowmaru stood, walking over to pull Drill Boy into a hug from behind.

"I suppose if it means that much to you," he sighed, grin betraying his interest. "I'll go outside and freeze."

"And play with me until we have to go back in?"

"Sure, Drill Boy~"

Brave Police Dumpson Ayako K

"I can't say I expected anything less than being stranded," Dumpson rumbled, shifting on his tires. "So this is almost a relief."

"Aww, come on," came the lighthearted chuckle from his driver seat. Ayako shifted under a blanket, the heat in the cab on high. "It's not like you don't have fun with me around."

They were high up the mountain on the north coast. There had been a lead on the big case here, and Ayako had insisted coming along. Neither had thought to research mountain weather, and now they were in the middle of a storm. Dumpson had reverted to alt mode and was seeking some shelter beneath a short cliff. His headlights flashed into the dark, just barely shining over the snow piling around him.

"'Fun?' You getting frostbite won't be fun!" If he had a face right now it would be pouting at her with utmost concern.

Ayako rolled her eyes, curling up on the seat and nuzzling into the headrest. "Feel that?" she murmured, smiling when she heard his engine hiccup. "My nose has been exposed to the weather this whole time and hasn't fallen off." She paused, tugging the blanket around her shoulders more and cuddling into the seat for a nap. "And you're pumping enough heat in here to bake a cake, hun."

Brave Police Drill Boy, Build Team, Shadowmaru, Deckerd, Duke, Gunmax, K

Drill Boy was never one to recharge alone— it's not that he was a berth hopper, or even an interface addict. He just would rather sleep next to someone he could hear.

Anyone was comforting.

Deckerd was never around to recharge near, so he wasn't sure how that was. But Boss had fallen asleep one day as Drill Boy was flying him through patrols, and he found the soft breathing odd but soothing.

Gunmax was totally unproachable. Drill Boy had tried once, and gotten his aft kicked out of the biker mech's room. Rude. Rubbing his butt, Drill Boy threw a few firecrackers into Gunmax's desk the next morning.

Shadowmaru, usually his first choice, had a soft sound. It was barely there, but he liked to curl up against the taller ninja and just listen contentedly to the smooth running of an engine as he recharged.

His next choices were, clearly, his brothers. The frames of each had a different sound. McCrane's systems typically ran smoothly, hitching occasionally and whirring. Power Joe's knocked a little, for some reason. It was like a stifled thunking sound, but it was steady and rhythmic. Dumpson tended to rumble in his recharge, a bit like a cat's purr.

The added bonus was that his brothers usually ended up curled around him, so that Drill Boy was surrounded with the sound.

Duke's systems were a little more new than their own—he was very quiet like Shadowmaru. The englishmech was a little… flighty to approach, proper and all that. He was tense the first few times that Drill Boy surprised him out of recharge, but got used to it after a little while.

Brave Police Duke Power Joe T

"You."

Power Joe scrambled backwards, attempting to get away from the sword's point in front of his nose. This wasn't a sparring match at all, this was a death match and Duke was out for punishing. He'd been tricked, and his nunchaku were on the other side of the room, chain cut.

"D-Duke, can't we talk about this?"

The enraged ambulance gave a flash of his sirens and Power Joe found out there was a wall behind him.

"I-I-I mean, it was all in the moment you know! Like uhhh like that time with you and Gu— nononoshitdon'tlookmaddershit"

Duke tipped his sword under Power Joe's chin, flicking it up to meet his optics. "You and your flighty boyfriend will not have sex on my desk again, are we clear?"

The power shovel whimpered and nodded his head, aided by some slight pressure to his neckcables.

"Good," the noblebot growled, relieved his point was getting across. He'd rather not be so angry but who'd take him seriously otherwise? "Because if I catch you at it again, I will unleash all manner of hell upon you, and by the time I'm done, you're offline from humiliation." Withdrawing his sword he turned his back on the stunned yellow mech and walked out.

Power Joe slid down the wall and tried to figure out how he'd even found out about that one time…