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"Sure," Deadlock said easily, and Hot Rod almost ruined everything in a fit of hysterical giggling. "Y'already got a plan?"
He hadn't, but it didn't take long to come up with one - reprogramming their paint nanites would take more time than they had, their hidey-hole in the grubby back alley was temporary at best, but baffling their short-range IDs was easy and Hot Rod still had some of Arcee's touch-up paint in his subspace for... reasons. 'Doom looked kind of awkward about it, uncertain, and was quicker offering to help roll Roddy in old char and ash to dull his paint than he was to settle into the hurried disguise; Deadlock didn't even hesitate, trading some of his own touch-up stick for Roddy to dab onto his lips. Deadlock's was a thick black goop meant to seal deep scratches that nanites couldn't protect in time, but it worked to confuse people at a glance; 'Doom looked kind of cute in Arcee's pale pink against his white face, even if he looked too uncomfortable to really pull it off, and Deadlock-
Deadlock ran quick swipes of 'Doom's red over the edges of his white plating, blinked and reset his optics to yellow, and scowled in ferocious concentration as he painted his thin mouth with Roddy's hot pink touch-up paint. "All right, c'mere," he said, and dabbed 'Doom's red paint at the outer corners of Roddy's optics, scrawled Roddy's spare orange stick over 'Doom's chevron and over his bumper to break up all the lickable red, and smeared his own black paint around his optics until they looked enormous and bright as twin novas. "All right," he said, and did something with his voice that sounded smoky instead of a threatening gravel-rasp, and Roddy's jaw was on the ground how the heck. "Move out. Anyone gives y'a funny look, pull a gun 'n snarl."
"Yes ma'am," Roddy squeaked, and 'Doom was merciful enough to choke off his laughter.