( GN!USR )

"Last time you told me not to approach you until I found at least one good reason why you should date me. And I found one," Orion proudly puffed out his chest, flattered that his figure had captured your entire attention, leaving the arcade machine blinking alone.

Orion in love was a total bore: he would have written poems and stories in your honor if only he possessed such skill. And the love in his spark shone so brightly it could illuminate the darkest corner on Cybertron—or so it seemed, at least, to Orion himself.

But, oh, he was also a joker. No wonder he told you all his "brilliant" jokes, which were endless, hoping you would appreciate his sense of humor.

"First reason: against my background, you will look more beautiful."

It sounded stupid. Orion kept smiling as if he were saying something so convincing that you would undoubtedly melt and accept his feelings.

In the miners' lounge area, amidst the bustle of the living crowd, the two of you were the only ones not moving, ignoring everything except each other's presence. The arcade machine continued to beep piercingly, announcing a loss.

"Second reason: I like you." If D-16 were here, he would undoubtedly have tried to shut Orion up and carry him away before he made the situation worse. But D-16 wasn't there. There was only Orion and his brilliant jokes, seasoned with his unshakable charisma and love for you. He didn't even seem to notice the condescending look in your optics.

"Third reason: I am always ready to substitute for you."

Orion waved his servo as if he were sure you would say "yes." As if he were sure you would throw your arms around his neck and cover his faceplate with kisses.

"Oh, and the final and most compelling reason: please."

There's a grain of truth in every joke. Orion was joking, but nevertheless, his spark burned his spark chamber with all-consuming excitement, awaiting your reaction.