Nowadays, you often felt strange around the Decepticon Medic. The simple thought of him gave you the sentiment of giddy and bubbly feelings in your body, Whenever you spoke to him you were more happy around him. The way you realised that you were probably helm over peds for him was you'd practically do anything for him when the opportunity took shape.

Anything, for him.

So here you stand or.. kneeling, holding a rotary buffer to Knockout's finish to remove the scratches and scrapes as the finish begun to reclaim it's flashy shiny effect as the buffer would glide and wax over the damage with the polish you had from your own quarters.

A mirror of a cybertronian's height, to peer at his own appearance and reflection unless the light of the Decepticon medbay.

Knockout was going on his own rant to you as you would glide the buffer up and down over his shoulderplate car kibble. "That puny autobot- just, Agh! thinking of that femme makes my energon lines boil! My finish, ruined over just a incoming train!" His voice carried it's smooth and modulated quality, yet added with the effect with thick irritation.

Knockout huffed then, a frown creased onto the curves of his dermas. "I understand that they are envious, but this?!" he motioned to the damage all over himself.