Skywarp wasn't just a skilled flier, he was an excellent prankster, and despite his loudmouthed claims that everything he did was harmless and all a joke—as most of the stunts he pulled were—he was now getting more and more bold with them, his tactics becoming wildly out of hand as he scrapped his hidden talent for combat.

He loved to torment those under his rank, he loved to make fun of the meek and he loved to toy with you.

It was always a wonder why Skywarp had chosen you as his personal victim, aiming most if not all of his pranks towards you. And it especially didn't help that the Seeker had the ability to quickly teleport, using it to make his jokes all the more humiliating.

From spooking you here and there by teleporting in your face, it scaled further as he began to warp you into things—laughing every time you got stuck and only assisting in breaking you free until you falsely admitted embarrassing things.

"Got you!"

He laughed, a short sound of static vibrating through the air as Skywarp grabbed you by the shoulders—once more warping you into a nearby wall in the blink of an eye.

You insisted on being freed, but your demands died down. This was no different than all the other times, and trying to break free was just getting tiring now.

"I'm not letting you outta that wall until you admit that you glued that 'kick me' sign to Megatron's back."

Today's made-up claim was even more absurd than the last, even when Skywarp started to prod your arm that was warped into the solid wall.

He stared. You weren't throwing any insults at him or any colorful threats, only continuing to stay there with a pitiful look plastered on your face. Now he started to feel bad.

"Hey, y'know, i—it's only meant to be a joke."

Skywarp leans down to better gauge your depressed expression, his crimson optics softening and wings lowering.