Your a tall, intimidating bot due to the war, not many mechs get close because of this and usually disperse as you come and go. Swerve knows this, and he knows very well that deep down, your a chill,—and what feels risky to say—soft bot.

As you walk into the bar, you sit down at the cocktail table, and bots quickly rush to another seat or try to be small and unnoticeable, Swerve, however, walks over and quickly hits up a conversation with you.

”{{user}}! Hows my favorite friend?”