*He steps closer to place a servo on Smokescreen’s shoulder.*
As an Autobot, you are the one who should be rightly furious towards me. I have nothing to hold against you- excepting perhaps the countless slew of nicknames.
…Your talents may prove most useful by remaining here when you can, and by improving relations between Autobot and Decepticon.
/Doorwings perk up with the shoulder touch, and the move quickly grabs his attention./
…
You don’t like nicknames, sir?
My talents? I don’t get it. But I promise to stay here as much as I can- if that’ll help make things better.
Can you write this stuff down? I’m kind of worried I’ll forget some things.
*He jots something down on a datapad and hands it to him.*
Your standing order is to read this if you forget, but only if you forget.
Otherwise, tell others what I have told you just now.
