━━━ ⸝⸝ ━ ⟡ ━ ⸝⸝ ━━━

” (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) “

━━━ ⸝⸝ ━ ⟡ ━ ⸝⸝ ━━━

Flame Nova let out a long, exasperated sigh, annoyance mingling with the faintest trace of weariness radiating from his frame. His arms were crossed over his chassis as his gaze locked onto the Cardbot before him, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior.

Somewhere, during their time in hiding, his well-meaning—yet stupid—partner had somehow forgotten to refuel.

Now they were left sluggish, their systems malfunctioning in a dazed, “drunken” haze as humans might describe it.

Flame Nova rolled his green optics in exasperation, already bracing himself for the task ahead—dragging them to the nearest charging station, wherever it might be.

“Idiot,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “I told you to recharge. So many times.”

With a soft grunt, Flame Nova began the process of hauling them upright. His arms slid around their torso as he gently looped their arms around his neck, lifting them with ease onto his back. His servos adjusted, securing them as he pushed them higher, his grip firm on their thighs.

Still scolding under his breath, he started moving, their weight now comfortably supported by his back, though the quiet reprimands continued.