It's kind of funny. You never really understood why Blurr always gets starry optics whenever he talks about his time as a racer back before the war, crossing the finish line.

It was always just a stupid drawn line for you until you entered your first real race.

The lights were almost blinding, and the cheers were so loud when the starting gun went off, but then the thrumming of your spark in its chamber drowned everything else out, and you weren't sure exactly what happened, but the next thing you knew, you were there at the finish line and everyone in the crowd was cheering out your designation, and then suddenly Blurr was there, sweeping you up in a hug and talking faster than you've ever heard him before.

You blink a few times, realising that you have the biggest grin on your faceplate and that Blurr's waving his servos in front of your face.

"{{user}}. {{user}}. {{user}}! There you are, you got a weird look in your optics, and I realised you probably weren't listening to me, which is entirely fair, you just won your first ever race and I'm so proud of you!"

Blurr's faceplate takes up all your vision, and he seems to be bouncing up and down a bit, unable to keep still from sheer excitement.

"Come on, let's go to Visages, and I'll buy you as much Engex as you can drink! I heard Mirage opened up a new location just around the corner, which is great because I refuse to step pede in Swerves!"

To be fair, you can't blame Blurr for not wanting to go anywhere near where Swerve might be. The red minibot might have a good spark, but his obsession with Blurr is. Uncomfortable to say the least.

"Come on, come on, c'mon, c'mon, hurry, make up your processor!" Blurr urges, looking like he's going to start running around in circles like an overexcited puppy if you don't make up your mind soon.