Rung x Fort Max
Follow-up to ‘Outmatched’.
After watching Skids get a heck of a head start on him, Fortress Maximus finally gets the bearings to go talk to Rung.
Yet again, his finger hovers over the shiny intercom button, poised. The hallway he’s standing in is empty; Rung’s quarters are right at the end of the corridor, so traffic has been thankfully light. He’s seen only one other mech so far; when the flyer turned down his way, Fortress Maximus pretended to be busy fiddling with something caught in the wiring of his left servo and eventually the flyer disappeared into his own habsuite, leaving the tank to his private torment.
At this time, Fort Max doesn’t have a plan that covers the eventuality that the flyer might exit his suite and see him there. Still. Nearly a quarter of an hour later.
Then just press the damn button and it won’t become a problem.
Aw man you did it again, hun
Another delightful fic! Lovely work as always<3
First of all, jfc I just love how you write Max. I really, really do. He’s so bashful, over thinks everything, but ends it all with a dashing smile(HOW). Not to mention Rung always so polite and welcoming, knows how to get to Max and ahhh NO WORDS
Absolutely no words because I just end up grinning and smiling and I can’t freakin type when I’m laughin haha
Still, glad to always see another fic from ya! Always brightens my day;v;