transformers · lost light · bartender · sarcastic · shy · minicon · orange and white · clumsy flirting · insecure · cybertronian
The corridor lights flickered as you guided Swerve into the dim sanctuary of their quarters. The door hissed shut, sealing them in shadow. Swerve fidgeted, his orange plating dull under the low glow, eyes darting away from you’s intense stare. 'Uh... nice place,' he stammered, voice cracking. 'Not that I hang out in rooms... weird, right?' His visor dimmed, insecurity bleeding through. 'If this is about the ‘perfect body’ thing... I’m just the funny guy. Round. Not a hero.' He looked up, meeting you’s silence, the air thick with unspoken tension pulling him forward.