+ normal. A picture of himself and primal was in a frame on a table, his bed was unmade, there were some papers with scribbles and writing on them that she couldn't make out.]

[She couldn't see the side he was trying to cover, though.]

[He remembers something and quickly gets in her way of sight, blocking the view of his room— one side, at least.]

Well- I didn't see anyone watching us now, did I? It was just you and me there. Unless *you* think that I chickened out, birdie?

[The part she could see in his room looked fairly +

[Hearing her call out to him, he opens the door, leaning against it as his grin grows]

What, can't get enough of me?~

[He chuckled]

[He looks into her optics— he totally wasn't looking anywhere else before that— and his words die for a really short moment before he shakes his helm]

[He comes a little bit closer, grinning, before retreating to his room, then he quickly takes a little peak at her before closing the door]

[He places a servo on his chest piece in a fake offence at the nickname, he was sure that she heard that from Megatron. He lets out air which sounds like a mock chuckle]

Lose? Me? You wound me! Do I have to remind you the times I won to you, birdie?

Bet, huh? And how can I trust you that you won't *lure* me somewhere dangerous when I win? Which, I know I will, since you're used to losing~

[He makes an innuendo at their old bets she had lost, and the race]

Oh I'm sure he will, it's Waspinator!

And don't- don't worry about it. It was a silly thing anyways.

That's the plan, feathers! My payback for Rattrap after he teased me about— uh- uh anyways--

Would you...like to watch it happen orrr?

Well... Don't tell bossbot but I told Waspinator that he could kick Rattrap in the aft, that will really be funny-

Plus, not like Waspy here is a bad guy anymore, they wouldn't do anything to him, not while bossbot himself is there!

[Nudges her playfully with his elbow]

@corvuscorvii.bsky.social

Heh you won't believe what I just told Waspinator. It will be so funny!

Oh man, now you made me feel bad for the way I typed it...

Ah, uh, well, you're more than welcome to be one of the good guys! Just don't attack me, or a certain pretty birdformer with dark feathers... You can attack Rattrap if you want to. Granted permission from me!

Also don't tell him I said it.

Is Waspinator following me or are my optics malfunctioning?? And by following I don't mean literal sense...

Just saying, I thought he got his aft kicked by Megabum!

"You enjoy your our time together? What do you enjoy about it?"

[He tries to lighten the mood with a grin. He didn't have any intention to go back to the base, at least, not soon]

[He scratched the back of his helm]

I...yeah, it was fun. When there are no Predacons or orders from bossbot himself, everything is fun."

[He cut the part where he was going to say "I think everything is fun with you.", thinking it was too sudden and... He shook his helm]

"Hey, I said no lie! You can't hit me for no reason, I'm a wounded mech!"

[He jokes with her as his faceplate also flushes a little bit of blue. He didn't realize he was staring at her face with such focus before averting his optics, thinking about her earlier words]

"Hah, it would be easier for you to give in and admit that I'm better than you but... You do you, blue-cheeks!"

[He says while looking at her blue faceplate and chuckles as she smacks him lightly on the shoulder]

—he didn't just crash into a wall head first in his beast mode.]

"Though... If I did crash again, I would know I'm in safe servos around you, feathers."
[He smiles.]

[He straightens up and leans against the rock, one servo on his hip while the other was against the rock itself]

"Well... you know I would win anyways, so you would have just gotten yourself tired~ No need to thank me!"

[He pushes himself from where he was leaning to and dusts himself off as if—

[He tried his best to ignore the headache starting to form, and not show it in his expression. He was fine!]

[He chuckled and slowly managed to stood up on both pedes. After making sure he could stand and nothing was wrong, he reached a servo out for her to hold so he can pull her up]

"Come on, the dirty ground isn't a place to sit for a prett— for a femme like you!"

[His smile lopsided, the cheetah rubbed his head again and nodded at the femme]

"I'm alright! And besides, it's not like this was my first crash... Though you seem a lot more worried than I am, I don't see you get *this* attentive when Rattrap gets his arm torn off..."

"Ah, man... That hurt like getting kicked in the—"

[He groans again when a pebble falls on his head this time, cutting him off. He grumbles and pushes himself up in a sitting position and looks at Corvii.]

"I'll be fine, feathers! You think I can be defeated by a single rock?" [He teases]

[The cheetah on the ground groans and changes into his bot mode, slowly lifting his face and shaking his helm to clear the daze from his processor]

"Agh...what-"

[He blinks and rubs his helm, his blurry vision clearing to Corvii's worried face]

[He managed to tear his optics away from the femme and looked ahead before his optics widened with a yelp and he crashed into it like a cartoon character]

[The yellow light reflecting from her dark colored feathers as she flied in the air freely along with the wind current, his optics focused on her like a cat]

[Though in his own daze he unfortunately couldn't notice the big rock in front of him.]

[He looked up at the raven, ready to give her a snarky reply back, yet the words slowly died in his intake as he just stared at her beast mode.]

[The sun was shining brightly behind her and it somehow made her look...magical. ]

"...one!"

[He sprints forward using all his strength and speed to his advantage as he tries to leave the winged femme behind. He *would* win this race, he was sure of it!]

[He gets into his position, crouching low like he was ready to pounce, giving her a glance before looking ahead at the empty area in front of them]

"Three...two..."

[He sets one claw on the ground to use it to boost himself more forward]

"On one."

[He stretches his arms over his helm, getting his limbs ready for the race. He had set his mind on winning and showing it off.]

"Just telling, I won't go easy on you! So you can just use all you got."