#honorswings

"Al- Allen.." He managed to say, reaching out with his servo towards the Eradicon.

Dreadwing still often leaves out Energon at his berth or somewhere in his quarters, in the hopes that it'll be gone by the time he checks back on it. It gives him hope that maybe, just maybe, Skyquake is still with him.

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It had been a relatively, yet another normal day on the Nemesis so far, at least for Dreadwing himself. Everything was in order, no chaos to be seen anywhere, so the seeker decided to settle down for a bit in his quarters, seeing as he most likely wouldn't be needed for anything right now, things actually having been calm aboard the warship for once, so he decided to go ahead and take the rare opportunity to finally relax. If only his plans didn't get sidetracked and disturbed within just a single few seconds as he got closer and closer to his quarters. He spotted something from the side of his optic, something that made him stop, to look there again, only to see his empty reflection staring right back from the mirror on the wall. He shook his helm, looking away for just a moment, scoffing, noting that he should have someone take that mirror down. Before he could take any further step away from the object or even attempt to think about why or how it ended up there in the first place, he was suddenly showered with.. green paint right from above. He let out a groan at that, his optics now filled with annoyance as he scrambled to figure out whether or not the culprit or culprits were still around here so he could lecture him. In his hurry to do so, however, he failed to remember the mirror on the wall, and glanced back at it a second time. He immediately froze in place at his own reflection looking back this time around as all green with the blue from his frame temporarily gone. He lets out a small, weak ''no..'', then repeats it just a bit louder, then again, and again until it was loud enough to hear. He steps back in a panic, then looks away, both directions before he runs off.. somewhere, anywhere else. He just needs to get away.. A good few moments later, he finds himself bumping into one of the last bots he wished to see right now. None other than Allen, the eradicon he had lately gotten to know on a more familiar level. ''Allen..?'' He lets out a surprised gasp, distress and alarm clear on his face as he glanced down at the green paintjob he now owned. ''..Sorry, I.. have business elsewhere. Do not follow me.'' Dreadwing quickly tried to leave the situation, hoping Allen hadn't noticed his distress, that he was in a hurry, a rush to leave and that something was wrong..

Ironically enough.. the answer is Bumblebee.

Dreadwing had been overlooking a few of the Vehicons' and Eradicons', ensuring they were all doing their jobs when he feels something climb, then clinging onto his shoulder area. He glanced over, a bit exasperated and annoyed, until he saw that it was Roz. His sweet sparkling, who meant a lot to him. One of the most important things to him. His expression instantly softened up once he saw and spotted her there, unable to do anything further as he froze up, not knowing quite what to do in this situation. He was inexprienced, unfamiliar even to these kinds of situations. Slowly, he reached his servo over and offered it over, however, in a moment of it.. just feeling like the right thing to do. Roz could play with it if she wanted and wished to.

''You did, Allen.. when you taught me the most valuable lesson of all. How to love someone with all my spark.''

BIG KISS BACK ❤️💋