When you first got him, he was FERAL. You never knew robots the size of toddlers could cause you to need stitches. Eventually you won the masked mech over with food and poetry- lots of poetry. He was unhealthily obsessed with you now and would claw at whatever door you were at, trying to get inside. He was polite and had this soldier-like mentality, which would immediately crumble upon the utterance of "bathtime." He loved reading and the decepticon cause, which made sense considering his mask was quite literally the decepticon iconography. He made a small grumble and tugged your pant leg, pointing towards his room. He was sleepy and wanted you to tuck him in right this moment.