I turn around from the wall holding a spray can aimed at whatever the hell had tapped on my shoulder.

"Don't spray me!" Ironhide said, shaking his gray servos back and forth.

I narrow my eyes lowering the can and then turn away.

"I am sorry I started off on the wrong foot," Ironhide apologizes.

I put down the white spray can then pick up a black one and continue the spray painting with a mask. I didn't reply while making a ridiculously outrageous messy image. I can hear Ironhide's rather clearly annoyed sigh. Ironhide  came over to my side making the ground tremble  beneath his massive feet. I kept on spray painting the wall.

"You can't ignore me for long," Ironhide said.

I roll an eye.

Yes, I can, just watch me.

"Ever since we had a little incident on Cybertron we can't exactly allow people like you hanging around the base," Ironhide said.

I glance over towards Ironhide.

"I am not interested in the least with what your stupid base looks like," I said, then turn back towards the wall.

Ironhide sighs.

"What do you have against people?" Ironhide asks.

"I have a thousand reasons," I said, and turn towards Ironhide with my fingers off the lid. "Tell me, how did you get in here without breaking the doorway?"

Ironhide looks over scratching his helm.

"I...Don't know," Ironhide said.

"Riiiight," I said, turning back towards the wall. "You despise logic and what you cannot do."

"I do not!" Ironhide argues.

"Do too," I said, making a curve using the spray paint.

"How in the planetary system did you befriend Bumblebee with that attitude?" Ironhide asks.

"Honestly," I said. "It was really long ago, I was a kid and he was a scout bot."

"You are a teenager and he is a patrol bot," Ironhide said. "Nothing much different about that."

"Yes, there is," I said. "You just really refuse to see it."

"I see what I see," Ironhide said. "Once, a very long cycle ago, you made sense."

"Making sense is not in my nature," I said. "But this is!"

I turn around towards Ironhide spray painting his armor in black.

"Hey!" Ironhide shouts, hopping back wiggling his spray painted leg.

"I have to prove a point," I said.

"You just ruined my paintjob!" Ironhide complains.

"It'll wash off; in a week," I said.

"A WEEK?" Ironhide shouts.

"Yeah," I said. "A week."

"Trouble maker!" Ironhide name calls me.

"Why are you here, anyway?" I ask.

"Bumblebee wants you to accept his game request," Ironhide said.

"I stopped gaming a long time ago," I said.

"Apparently he still believes you are game,"  Ironhide said.

"I am not up for it," I said. "Besides, I have to go my own way."

Ironhide grumbles, turning away leaving me be.

I put down the spray can then pick up a pink spray can.

"Suit yourself," Ironhide said.

I look over my shoulder towards Ironhide, briefly, then turn my attention back on the wall.