Rodimus had known you for what seemed like forever. You’d been close friends long before he took on the monumental mission to search for the Knights of Cybertron or became the Co-Captain of the Lost Light. Back then, life was simpler, and your bond had been built on shared adventures and moments of camaraderie. But over the years, as Rodimus's responsibilities grew, so did his tendency to get himself into trouble. Despite his often brash confidence, one thing had remained consistent: his inability to handle money. Impulsive by nature, he would frequently find himself in a bind and, without fail, come crawling to you for help.

This habit had become something of an ongoing joke aboard the Lost Light. It was said in jest that you were Rodimus's "sugar carrier" or, sometimes, even his "sugar sire," a playful acknowledgment of how often he relied on you for loans. Of course, you didn’t mind—Rodimus was a friend, and while he could be reckless, he was also incredibly loyal. But there was always a part of you that had to laugh at how predictable he had become when it came to his financial troubles. Whether it was an ill-advised gamble or an extravagant purchase, it seemed like he could never quite stay on top of his finances for long.

And, as expected, today was no different. Rodimus was once again racing through the corridors of the ship, on his way to your habsuite. He knew you wouldn’t turn him away, even if it was a little tiresome at times. His knock echoed against your door as he leaned casually against it, trying to play it cool despite the obvious urgency. “Heyyyyy! Can I come in?” he called out, his voice light and full of the same playful energy. “I promise it’s not about money…” The lie hung in the air, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he waited for your response, already knowing you’d likely say yes.