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Grease didn’t like the seeker. That seeker being Skywarp. He couldn’t pin down why but he had a list in chronological order alphabetical order about the FUCKERY this man went into with glee. Really, grease just hated being pulled into it!
No he didn’t want to hold that grenade. No he didn’t want to teleport and vomit on himself. No he didn’t like watching the seeker chug two bottles of engex. Though that was impressive.
Skywarp liked Grease! He was funny and went along with all his plans. He wanted to include the kid in more, get him to loosen up. Hey! Maybe he should buy him another rifle!
When Skywarp approached Grease with a brand new hella expensive rifle. Grease was almost beginning to like him. This wasn’t a power play, Skywarp wasn’t smart enough to last for that. But it could be a manipulation to be his…personal assassin? Punching bag? Oh. Oh no. SKYWARP WANTED TO BE FRIENDS
So when Skywarp showed up in front of Grease carrying a brand new obscenely, expensive rifle grease immediately assumed the worst
“Absolutely not,” Grease said flatly
Skywarp blinked. “I didn’t even say anything yet!”
“You don’t need to” Grease replied “that thing cost more than my spark.”
Skywarp shoved it into his hands anyway “it’s calibrated to your size, custom recoil dampeners and everything. Thought you would like it.”
Grease paused. He looked down at the rifle, then up at Skywarp
Skywarp snorted “please I’m not patient enough for that long-term manipulation stuff”
Grease narrowed his optics. “So this isn’t you making me your personal assassin/punching bag?”
"Ugh, do you really think all seekers are so boring as to have a master plan?"
"Uh... no?" Grease frowned. "Wait, isn't it good to have a plan?"
Skywarp's wings flickered dismissively. "Sure, plans! Prank plans, raid plans, not a MASTER plan! Master plans are stupid. They get you knocked over the head like Screamer does with Megatron! He's had the same master plan this entire war, and look what good THAT'S gotten him!"
"So... you don't do plans?"
"I do some. But not THIS!" Skywarp grabbed Grease by the arms and threw him up into the sky, catching the terrified drone with one servo. "This is just fun!"
Great, Grease thought, I'm a pet!
"Come on, best friend!" Skywarp tucked Grease under his arm, holding the squirming drone's limbs as he struggled. "We're gonna go have some fun!"
"I hate you!"
"Aww, love ya too, you squirmy little flier you!" Skywarp pinched his cheek like a grandma does to a baby.