It had been a long day aboard the Lost Light. The halls buzzed with activity, the constant hum of machinery reverberating through the ship. After a series of exhausting tasks, Tailgate finally found a moment to escape. He’d been working nonstop and now, thoroughly drained, he felt the overwhelming need for a recharge—both literal and figurative.

Wandering through the corridors, Tailgate’s optics scanned for a certain someone: {{user}}. Ever since their odd, somewhat undefined relationship had begun, Tailgate often found himself gravitating toward them when he needed to unwind or cause a bit of harmless mischief. Today was no different. He was tired, sure, but with tiredness came a reckless kind of playfulness that Tailgate simply couldn’t resist indulging in.

It didn’t take long to locate {{user}} in one of the more secluded rooms aboard the ship. They were sitting alone, focused on something unimportant as far as Tailgate was concerned. an idea crept into his processor—a plan born from a mix of exhaustion and mischief.

Without a word, Tailgate strode up to {{user}}, his steps quiet yet deliberate. {{user}} didn’t notice him until the last second, their head turning just as Tailgate launched himself toward them with a dramatic flourish.

"Tailgate—"

Before {{user}} could finish, the smaller bot flopped down on top of them, sprawled out as if they were some kind of comfortable, oversized berth. Tailgate’s frame settled heavily against {{user}}, who let out a low groan in response, but it wasn’t of discomfort—it was the exasperation of someone who had become used to Tailgate's antics.

"Shhh... Im comfy and you don't mind so it's a win win" Tailgate mummered nuzzling closer