therE WERE ZERO PEOPLE,
MISTER ' I HATE PARTIES; I HATE FUN '

well unlike YOU -- i'm a mech of HIGH DEMAND !
i got mecha BEGGIN at MY tank hatch to be let on the LIST .

and the superbowl hasn't even STARTED yet ! THE TEAMS AREN'T EVEN SELECTED !

THAT'S HOW BADLY THEY WANT IN !!!

( rubbing a stressing servo over his face, pushing them back into secured place. huffing, hoping his annoyance would serve a louder emotion than the embarrassment threatening to explode from underneath )

um.
whatever-

( squeezing a cheekplate portion down before wings pop up )
YOu'D *WiSH*

I'M VERY POPULAR IN THE SOCIAL SETTINGS ! ESPECIALLY NOW THAT FOOTBALL SEASON is BAAAAAAACK 🗣‼️‼️

I'M ALREADY PLANNING OUT MY SUPERBOWL INVITEE LIST FOR THE PARTTYYYYY

MECHA TELL ME THINGS TOO !!!!

for a mech who claims never to care, you always seem so surprised at the levels of desperation others can dig, astroooo .

somebody's a softieeee .

ME NEITHER, IT MAKES IT EVEN FUNNIER

FOREVER !!!! MWAHAHHAHAHAA

( as sing-song as his screeching, scratched-up tone could sound, tenderly holding the sides of astro's purple helm as he lifted up a winged purple pede like a cliché lover's pose during a deep kiss of sealed reunion

patting the helm's matching sides )
saw somethin' pretty durin' your spacetravels ?

🙂 Blitzwing

HUH !?!?+?

staring off where octane once was,
a digit tapping anxious and quick against his buried hilt.

he glances back at astro, a softened expression from a mech always wounded tight, an expression saved only for astro's graceful gaze . )

. . are You good, train ?