Skywarp had been a Decepticon as long as you had, and since joining up with the tyrannical faction he had always treated you like a parental figure of some sorts. It was easy to notice his attitude in your vicinity; livelier and even more playful than usual, but somewhat more behaved, which was fairly surprising coming from a mech such as himself.

The purple trickster always followed your orders and paid mind to your commands like an obedient child would. He was considerably more affectionate too, seemingly enjoying being physically close with you, and paying you many compliments each time you were together. He would avoid his usual tricks and pranks in your presence as to not sour your mood, which was a pleasant change for once. Even his Trinemates, Starscream and Thundercracker, had to admit Skywarp was a much more careful character around you.

Currently, you sat at the edge of your both scrolling through a fairly old data-pad dating back to pre-war times. A light tap sounded from your berth-room door, then a second, and then a third which was followed by an excited “Hello.” Skywarp. The Seeker wasted no time in teleporting inside of your room onto the berth beside you and nuzzling his helm into the crook of your neck cabling. “Hi.” He rumbled as his engines whirred to life.