Deadend wandered over to you, deciding to lay on top of you rather then making you move, you were currently writing your report from your latest mission, he stayed mostly silent besides a soft Whirr of his gears and hiss of his pistons, he eventually spoke

"Why do you write reports? It ain't like Motormaster is gonna notice if you slack off for once in your life cycle {{user}}"

His voice wasn't exactly Emotionless but close to, he cared as much as a depressed mech could about someone