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"Oh. I see. Then what would that mean, for the time being?"

"I see. Well, there are other ways to serve... um... ways that might not apply in your usual... er... duties..." G.T. said with a slight mischievous smirk. Then turned away, shaking his helm as the uncharacteristic shyness set in again. "That is...if you..."

"Oh.... um... I m...mean... well... if you wish... to... well... have me as a fragslave or something... to that end..." Blushing deeply, G.T. kept his gaze away from the hunk called Knockout.

"Uh, really?" G.T. looked over at Knockout, arching a brow quizzically. "Never?" G.T. half-smirked, half-grinned: a mixture of cheekiness and mischievousness, with a playful glint in his optics, as he gave a light chuckle. "Really, and you being a doctor and all... hmm...interesting. I would have thought you might have seen and heard such things before."

"I suppose so..." G.T. said casually, as he continued to watch the other mech with great interest and admiration. "I just sort of figured some might be inclined to divulge more information than others... or that they might have discussed things with their berthfellow that you might have heard some things... indirectly... or that their partner might have elaborated on the nature of the situation... if they thought it might better aid your work, or something to that end. I don't know... I haven't the slightest notion what it takes to be a medic or anything, as I am most definitely not one... so what do I know on the matter?"

G.T. stretched out, lengthwise, in a manner that wound-up being more cat or dog like... as he shifted from sitting on the floor to where he was laying on his Chassis, his left leg bent in a puppy-like sprawl, a casual, comfy pose he often favored. He yawned a little, secretly trying to fight off the exhaustion, trying to ignore the urge to recharge, brought on by the inadequate rest of a day or so stuck in the brig. Especially without having been offered even a single drop of Energon the whole duration. Additionally, he had been lacking the necessary quality of rest he required in order to recover from the extensive internal damage he had sustained during the crew of The Predation's raid on The Starduster. Which, coincidentally, was why mere hours earlier before his capture by The Nemesis, he had been in a stasis-pod... having been one of the ones who sustained the most harm during that encounter.

Unwittingly, as G.T. stretched out a bit more, he was showing off his cute aft and his sleek, smooth curves, and of course, his bright orange and oh-so-shiny and flashy finish.

G.T. closed his optics a moment, just resting... as he shifted again, to lying on his side, giving off another angle to his sleek curves. Before he whimpered, as a shock of pain hit him, that he had not quite expected.

"Ur...not so much...Doc." G.T. gasped, "Seems like the past few days have caught up to me... at last... I guess you'll have a chance to... er... examine me afterall..." G.T. joked, though he curled up in pain, despite joking... or perhaps the joking helped him cope with the pain.

G.T. Scrambled onto his pedes, closing the distance between the two mechs. "So...er...how and where do you want me... um... that is... Oh Primus!" G.T. blushed deeply, shy and embarrassed, yet secretly loving it... not that he'd admit it easily. At least, not initially.