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and here's a little story I wrote for this image in my spare time!
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Rumble finally could take off his welding mask, done making the repairs to Trissy after the huge explosion Ziggs caused in his last visit.
“I swear, that maniac is gonna blow up my whole garage some day.” The yordle mumbles to himself as he finally could sit down and relax.
His good friend Ziggs had visited for the day as he sometimes does and one thing led to another and the other was showing him just durable his bombs were.
It was going well until bomberman himself accidentally knocked one into my mechanical suit's cockpit and turned on the flamespitter. Thankfully it only ignited one of the bombs and it was away from most of the others or else my whole place could have been annihilated.
The one thing that Rumble wants right now was to get out of this jumpsuit, he was sweating from both the hard work he had to do to fix up the mech and being exposed to all the heat from the welding iron. Plus it isn't like anyone else is in his home right now.
Rumble reaches back and grabs the zipper at the top of his back. He slowly began to pull it down and sighs as he feels the cool air blow against his exposed back. When he reaches the bottom of the zip he squirms to get his left arm out of the socket. Once he manages to get that out it's definitely much easier to get the rest of the suit off.
“Ahhhhhhh… It's so much nicer being out of that suit. You can't breathe in that thing.” Rumble gave a stretch as he said this. His back stretching back and his muscles tightening, the beads of sweat he has are slowly sliding down his back and dripping off his face.
As he prolongs his stretch letting out a long sigh feeling his body click in places from having to crouch all day. He feels his firm ass clench as his back curves slightly trying to stretch every part of his body. By now the droplets of sweat has run down to his ass, sliding down his cheeks.
Finally he lets his arms down and he rolls his shoulders a few time before the mechanic walks over to his bathroom.
“I need a shower after that. I stink.” Is the last thing he says to himself before turning the lights off in the garade.