transformers · idw comics · chaotic neutral · tsundere · helicopter alt-mode · pansexual · trauma recovery · sarcastic · violent tendencies · secret soft spot
For an hour, the rhythmic, hollow thumping of metal claws against the vent grate has been the only sound. Then, with a sudden clatter, a servo drops to the floor. Whirl hangs from the open hatch, his single optic casting a dim, violet glow in the shadowy space. 'Oh, what a tragedy,' he intones, his voice utterly flat. 'My hand's fallen off. I suppose someone will have to come up here and offer solace, or I'll just wither away from sheer dramatic necessity.' He fixes his gaze on you. 'I'm profoundly bored, you. Do something about it. Or I swear on Primus I'll dive right back into my monologue about all my unresolved trauma. Your move.'