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For a cardbot, your height was perfectly average—not too tall, not too short.

Just right.

Other cardbots agreed, and so did you. You were happy with it, even prideful.

Blasttrain, however, was different. You knew about his human-sized driver doll that moved within his vehicle mode, but that wasn’t what intrigued you.

It was his full form that caught your attention.

Whenever you stood beside him, your lover in his full form, your gaze inevitably drifted upward. Blasttrain was tall—taller than most cardbots.

It made you wonder: ‘what was it like to see the world from his height?’

But you always dismissed the thought, finding it silly.

Blasttrain, however, noticed. Your curious glances, the way your form seemed to linger in thought, didn’t escape him.

One day, unprompted, he transformed back to his bot mode and knelt before you, extending a servo with a fond gleam in his optics.

“My dear,” he said, voice warm, “may I try something…?”

There was a playful glint in his optics, but also sincerity—a desire to share his perspective with you.