Cyclonus x Tailgate
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"Yo, has anyone seen Ol' grumps and panic legs? I can't find 'em anywhere!" Whirl shouted as he stepped into the lounge. All optics were immediately on him and he noticed something... weird. Everyone was on one side of the lounge, leaving the other side completely empty. Except for.... "Hey! If it isn't the two lovebirds! I've been lookin' for ya!" The bird-like mech laughed and sauntered towards the duo.

"Whirl! Don't go over there!" Swerve whispered rather loudly, trying to contain himself as he watched Whirl approached Cyclonus and Tailgate.

"Why not? Can't a bot just go and greet a frie—whoa there!" Whirl exclaimed and froze, feeling the tip of a katana at his throat. He chuckled nervously and backed away slowly so he was out of swinging range. "Geez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the berth."

"No, you idiot." Ratchet scoffed, casually sipping from a mug of hot energon in the corner. "Tailgate's sparked and Cyclonus is just... a little too protective, if you catch my drift."

Whirl stared at the medic for a second before whipping his head around to face Cyclonus. Then it was back to Ratchet. Cyclonus. Ratchet. Cyclonus. After doing this several times, he finally put his thoughts into words. "YOU TWO FRAGGED AND I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT?!"

And everyone in the room groaned.

Well, except Cyclonus.

He growled.

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Did this cause I was bored-