While Sentai did help… sometimes… he more often than not was a nuisance; interfering with police work and making them look stupid in front of the press and general public with his posing and his thumbs up and his jaunty speeches.
McCree had been tasked with catching him an eternity ago, yet it seemed like for some reason Sentai always slipped his grasp.
“If I suck you off… Would you let me go?” Sentai grins at him, the metal usually hiding his mouth having retracted beneath the gaudy bright green V of head guard. He is drooling already, tongue out and swiping distractingly across the pout of his lips.
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