Orion was confused on who or what he was but one upside to his new home, Knock Out. That was one mech who viewed any time for fun and he sure knew how to turn a medical room into a party hall. Sure, Megatron was raging in the throne room and sure, Soundwave was itching to shut off Knock Out's voice box, but it was all worth it. Just for those few hours of feeling like a family.
Knock Out was sitting up the tools to mark him a Decepticon. It should have scared him but nope. The car mech was playing with the radio and Breakdown was dancing like a dork to Lady GaGa while the car mech was laughing at him. Knock Out had such a warm smile for Breakodwn and Orion hoped nothing would come between them. Breakdown wasn't thrilled just yet. He picked a song on random and handed the make shift microphone to Knock Out. Knock Out glared at Breakdown and threw it over his shoulders.
Breakdown: kill joy…
Knock Out: hardly…I can't be drunk while I do this, Breaky
Breakdown: do what?
Knock Out: Orion has asked for our brand and I'm the only medic on board so I get the joy to ruin someone's glorious paint job
Breakdown: boo…you need a vaction!
Knock Out: indeed..
Orion felt bad that Knock Out was over worked and unable to just relax in his bondmate's arms. He wondered if he could pull any flavours for the car mech from Megatron. It just didn't seem fair to him...
