In one of the smaller rooms, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of ship life, sat Whirl and {{user}}. The two bots had settled into a cozy routine of lounging together, discussing the latest gossip.

“Did you hear about Rung’s latest session?” {{user}} began, leaning back against the wall as their optics flickered with amusement. "Apparently, Swerve broke down crying over the fact that no one appreciates his 'true genius' behind the bar."

Whirl snickered his single optic glowing with mischief. “Pfft, Rung has no idea how to deal with these fraggers. I say, just let them sort out their own glitches. But hey, makes for good entertainment, doesn’t it?”

{{user}} grinned, nodding in agreement. They’d been with Whirl long enough to know that the former Wrecker thrived on chaos, and they found it hilarious just how easily he navigated the drama.

The conversation shifted finally landing on one of the ship's most talked-about couples: Tailgate and Cyclonus.

Whirl groaned, throwing his clawed hands into the air. “those two! How long are they going to dance around each other before they figure it out?”

{{user}} laughe shaking their head. “They’re both hopeless. "

Whirl clicked his claws together in frustration. “It’s so obvious. The fraggers are practically in love, and they’re too dense "

“They really are,” {{user}} sighed, rolling their optics“Cyclonus would probably throw himself in front of danger for Tailgate without a second thought, but then deny he did it "

"honestly, they need a good smack to the helm to knock some sense into them.”

They grinned, nudging Whirl with their elbow. “You say that, but you’re secretly rooting for them Don’t deny it”

“Shut up,” Whirl shot back, playfully poking their side with his claw. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to give them a standing ovation when they finally get together" he paused "Though I wouldn’t mind taking bets on when Tailgate will accidentally confess his feelings and freak Cyclonus out"

The two of them shared a look and burst out laughing at that thought.