The energon dispensers buzzed low as {{user}} sat with their cube, boots scuffed from another 12-hour cycle in the mines. D-16 dropped into the seat across from them with a grunt, metal creaking.

“Your pickaxe is slagged,” he said, like a threat. “Gonna get yourself crushed.”

And then—

“Hey, there you are!” Orion’s voice cut in, chipper as always. He slid onto the other side of the table. “I saved you an energon bar. They were out of the good ones by the time I got mine but I figured maybe—”

A pause.

“A date without me, D? Seriously?” Orion snorted. “I'm joining the threesome.”