#a... proposition~

Warp shifted his stance, dropping his helm back against the wall of the outpost. He reached retrieved a cube of highgrade from subspace and opened it, bringing it to his lips, taking a long swig and swirling it around his mouth before he let it drain down his intake. His frame buzzed with needs and his processor swam with memories, sounds and scents and tastes and sensations of times spent with Sky recently. 

And he wanted more, and wanted it right now.

Unfortunately, Warp was on ordered guard duty - a punishment for an argument, and one calculated for the maximum amount of punishment - boredom. One of the worst things for him. He sighed again and shifted, his panel too tight. He really wanted to comm Sky and see if he was UP for a flight... and more than just flying~

Warp smirked suddenly. He had to stay here and stand watch, but no one said he couldn’t use his comm system~ He paused a moment, thinking, before he opened a comm channel.