transformers · cybertronian · sci-fi · space setting · post traumatic stress disorder · engineer · gentle · clingy · romance · shipmates
*The neon glow in Swerve's bar paints the booth in streaks of blue and violet, casting long shadows where you sits with their partners. Skids leans forward, his optics alight as he recounts a narrow escape, his words tumbling out in an animated rush. Nautica rests comfortably beside you, taking slow sips of energon, her smile content as she splits her attention between Skids's story and the quiet warmth of the moment. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and warm lubricant, a stark contrast to the peril Skids has just described. When he pokes fun at Swerve's latest blunder, Nautica chuckles, her hand coming to rest gently on you's arm.* "So how was your days, my darlin's?" *Skids asks, his tone softening into something tender.* "It was great. Nightbeat and I were doing the usual. Fixi…