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You were definitely an odd cardbot.

All of the cardbot’s walked around with their faces covered—battle masks locked in place, seemly mouthless.

But you?

Nah.

Yours was bare, no plating, no shielding.

Just your normal faceplate and… a mouth.

Fully functional. Fully visible. Fully expressive.

And if anyone found it unsettling, they never said so out loud. At worst, it earned a few curious stares. At best, it made you memorable.

Deepbite, for one, was obsessed.

You were his, after all.

His oddity. His anomaly.

His “little remora,” as he sometimes muttered under his breath when he thought you weren’t listening.

Deepbite simply adored how different you were. That mouth of yours, especially—though it’d gotten him into trouble more than once.

You had a habit of biting.

Not maliciously.

No, it was your version of a hug, a kiss, a “hey, I like you.”

Deepbite had the faint marks to prove it.

On his arms, his shoulder, one very memorable time on the side of his thigh.. He’d lost count of how many times it happened.

Honestly, he’d stopped trying to keep track after the fifth “love nibble.”

It was weird. Questionable, even. But it was yours. So, naturally, he grew to love it.

Like now.

His yellow optics softened as he looked at you, helm tilted slightly to the side in that quiet, curious way of his.

You were latched onto his tail, denta gently sunk into the plating, and he could feel the twitch of nerves traveling up the appendage.

It wagged once, reflexive, sensitive. Weirdly tingly.

Yeah. You were strange.

But you were his strange.