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Cyclonus was not in the habit of taking mid-shift stasis naps, yet, as he reset his optics in the dim light of his habitation suite, he was forced to concede that he had been in need of this defrag.
A datapad lay on the recharge slab near his head. He felt a little older as he carefully sat up and had to feel along its edges for the power button. The signature at the bottom of the note caught his attention first, and his spark pulsed a little harder at the careful, large glyphs. He read the message.
Gone to movie night at Rewind’s. You seemed tired, so get some rest, okay? There's fuel on the desk. Feel better!
P.S. Let me know if the singing lesson is still on.
P.P.S. Comm me if you need anything at all.
Tailgate
His glyph for the first part of his name had a little horn shapes added to it. The effect would have been juvenile were it not so strangely touching. Cyclonus read the note again and turned his attention to the cube of energon on his desk. Tailgate’s concern was endearing.
He took a sip of the fuel and gagged at the oversweet taste. What in Cybertron’s name had he put in this?
Cyclonus shook his head. He drank the whole cube.