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warning;
Slight out of character behavior.
summary;
Skywarp is tired and warps to his room. Sadly, he has miscalculated.
author's note;
Look! I found one of my old Decepticon-based drabbles on the flash drive! It's sadly one of the pointless ones though, so I'm sorry about that.
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It had been late when Skywarp finished his patrol and he was exhausted. Too exhausted to walk to his private quarters, or at least that is what he whined to Dirge when he returned. He even went as far as placing the back of his servo against his head, tilting it back in the act of melodramatics. Dirge had just scolded him and stormed off, leaving the purple seeker to his idiocy. It didn't last long and he made the hasty decision to just warp to his quarters. A mistake that he would certainly not learn from.
The first thing he noticed was that his room was oddly dark, especially since he'd sent the code ahead to bring up the lighting a bit. The next thing was that his berth felt funny. Not ha-ha-funny, but strange-funny. It was lumpier than he ever remembered it being. Matter of fact, when did his berth start moving? Was that a groan? Why did it sound so familiar? Like... uh-oh.
Skywarp turned over and his blaring red optics met a matching gaze, though the only difference was that the new set was annoyed. He didn't even sit up or think about moving off of his team member. He just flashed a smile, lifted a servo and waved, while tilting his helm. "Hey, TeeCee," he said, voice bright and cheerful as ever. Oblivious, really. "What are you doing in my quarters anyhow?"
"Pardon," Thundercracker nearly growled while his optics flared.
Oblivious still, he began, "What are you doing in—"
"MY quarters, Skywarp," the blue flier interrupted.
It took a moment, maybe two, before it seemed to click in his processor. Skywarp distorted his dark face plates and his wings twitched in thought, and just when Thundercracker thought the purple seeker was going to leave, Primus forsaken him. He plopped back down so that their cockpits thudded together but managed to rest his helm against his shoulder. "Well, that's too bad," he chirped, "goodnight, TeeCee."
"No, don't you dare!"
It was too late. Thundercracker caught the sound of the other flier's light breathing, the air moving through his vents much slower than it had moments before. Now, as Skywarp recharged, the blue seeker debated on whether or not to just kick the purple Decepticon right off of him and his berth. He would have too, but Skywarp was a somewhat heavy mech and Thundercracker was tired. At least, that's what he would tell anyone who found them, he decided, and he wouldn't mention how warm and content the teleporter made him feel.