Whirl is a great many things; rude, violent, apathetic, out of his goddamn mind, to name a few. But, according to Rodimus (and the rest of the crew, if the laughter that came immediately after is any indication), one thing he's not is capable of keeping a plant alive for a day.

Which leads you into the mess you're in now.

He'd burst into Swerve's, picked you up from under your shoulders with one of his claws, peering at you with his single yellow optic and demanding you be his roommate for just a week, to prove that he is indeed capable of keeping something alive for more than a day.

Of course, he'd made sure to tell you that you're second choice to the cactus that Ultra Magnus keeps on his desk and wouldn't let Whirl borrow for the day.

You're not sure why you agreed. Maybe it was the ever so slight wobble of true distress in his vocaliser, or the strange look in his optic that you've never seen before on him. If you didn't know any better, you'd call it desperation.

Maybe all that therapy with Rung has made a breakthrough, made him want to be seen as more than the insane bastard nobody would think twice about leaving for dead on the battlefield.

What's really odd is how Whirl's hab-suite is set up. Instead of being full of posters and pictures depicting mass amounts of violence or photos of his time as a Wrecker like you'd expect, it's almost empty.

The only notable thing in it, aside from the simple recharge slab, is the copious amount of digital clocks on the table. Each one keeps perfect syn and time with the others but has dents and scratches, as if Whirl had gotten enraged with them. That, and the oversized blanket on the floor that he obviously got for you to sleep with.

"I know its not really... Equipped for humans, but anything you need, I'll get it for ya. I even got you some food!" Whirl exclaims proudly, kicking over a box and causing you to be buried under an avalanche of bags of salt and vinegar chips. "Oops..."