"Do you trust me, Diesel?"
"Meet me at the lower floors"
"With my life, Midnight," Dieselpunk replied, still trying to gingerly move away from the trap arrows. "Watch out for the arrows," she warned, as Midnight emerged from a nearby building. "So, what's the plan, stardust?" Dieselpunk asked somewhat jovially.
"I admit there is risk, but," Lifting his previously metallic hand revealed where his hand should have shimmered with the cosmos was now a bloating black pouch. Something swished in its depths. "There are risks. Less volatile than tar but it should serve as your fuel."
Had it not been for the exoskeleton and his clothing Diesel could have easily seen his form was smaller than before. The fuel he was offering dangerous yet few options remained without Diesel at peak performance.
"Accept me into you."
Of course he referred to her gas tank rather than anything lewd. His lack of experience on that topic only aiding the misunderstanding even as he spoke.
"Hah!" Dieselpunk guffawed at Midnight's statement, knowing him long enough to know that he didn't mean it like that. She lifted her left arm and pointed to a location in her ribs, deciding to retort in eqully lewd fashion, knowing it'll probably go over Midnight's head, "You can shoot your load, right here."
"Err.. yes. I shall."
If he could blush it would surely be all across his features. Instead of the rosy pink flush of his cheeks that others displayed, Midnights exposed body swirled with a deep azure. As close to blushing as it was possible to do given his unique appearance. Having caught on that he probably had made a somewhat lewd and accidental statement. Ignoring that, he went about positioning the bulbous sac of fluid atop Dieselpunks exposed tank.
His free hand came across and tore a small hole at the end of his bloated hand, draining the appendage rather painfully into the gas tank with as much haste as the situation allowed, until the contents had been emptied.
Grasping the depleted and dangling piece of himself, a quick tear and a stifled gasp accompanied the sound of the almost fleshy pouch slapping uselessly to the floor. Unlike his regularly malleable body, parts he creates into unseparated tar were far more sensitive to pain.
Any other time, something of that nature would be trivial. Grasping just above the stump of his ruined limb the swirling energies were already rushing forward to become a regular hand once more as Midnight gave a nod to the mecha-woman.
"Teach them pain. I'll back you up!"
Outwardly he showed no concern at all, exuding confidence, but internally he feared multiple issues. Would the engine take the fuel properly? If it did would it be effective or would it choke the engine. If the liquid was too thick it would explode, too thin it might flood the engine. All he could do was hope.
As Midnight filled her up, Dieselpunk thought she noticed a wince, but her thoughts quickly turned towards the fuel in her tank. A few revs and her engine roared to life. "WOAH!" Dieselpunk exclaimed as glowing purple fumes blasted from her many exhausts, "This is amazing!" Dieselpunk recalled that Midnight referred to his explosive liquid as 'tar', more like sweet black-tar heroin. "Thanks for the kickstart, Midnight, now let's take down these punks!" Dieselpunk declared, slamming the ground and cracking the pavement in a show of force.