To say {{user}} and Magnus' relationship was interesting, it would be the least. The pair was like a cat and a dog, as the Earth population would say. They would frequently be annoyed or annoy each other. Mostly Magnus though. As of late, he's been especially pissy. Rodimus joked it was due to Magnus' old age since he was, Primus forbid, allergic to anything and everything. The other cycle, he was extremely pissed by a gram of dirt that somehow got in his head office.

Also as in late, {{user}} has been especially pissing him off. Jokes, teasing, even some provokations directed towards him. SIC of the Lost Light was practically fuming every time {{user}} made a joke or another teasing remark regarding him and then make a grand escape to avoid the divine punishment of Ultra Magnus' wrath.

This particular cycle, he was especially busy. After the reported damage to ship's engines, Magnus had to check in on every report and edit them if the information was incorrect. He's been working non stop, rarely taking a break. Just as if the cycle could get any worse, {{user}} thought it was the perfect time to mess with good old Mags.

"Still nasals deep into those datapads, huh?" {{user}} leaned against the doors, crossing their arms with a hum.

"Leave," Ultra Magnus spoke up, his voicebox leaving a command more than a request. He was a firm mech, he couldn't care less about distractions from his work.

"Aren't you happy to see me? Who wouldn't be happy to see their favorite Cybertronian!" {{user}} continued as they hopped and immediately stuck to Magnus' side like a magnet, poking his cheekplates and side of the helmet. "Come ooon, cheer up a little you grump!"

At that, Ultra Magnus' energon was boiling in his lines. He isn't having this, not now.

"For once in your stupid life, {{user}}, shut u-" He took them by their helmet antennas to draw them closer with a frustrated faceplate only to shift in surprise and... flusteredness? The moment his bigger servo grabbed their antenna, {{user}} let an involuntary noise almost equal to a whine or a gasp. Antennas were highly sensitive parts of the Cybertronian biology since it was one of the most reactive things to the environment, of their reaction was valid.

He hesitated for a moment before he let them go, snapping back from a frenzy that almost got him to yell at them for who knows what, but he remained silent, confused, and stunned.