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Skywarp’s wings still drooped, at the minor correction, red optics dimming, gaze falling to the next servo-ful of snacks, his grip on the treats tightening slightly on pure reflex. His fuel.
Still, the next bite was crammed in slightly less quickly, and he spared just a moment longer to lick his servo clean of a smear of energon gummy, before nodding, wings lowering and curling in on himself a little.
He nodded, slowly. “What… whaddaya wanna know?” was asked, low, cautious, frame tensing slightly as if readying to bolt- though there was nowhere, now, that he knew of as a safe place.
Sunstorm gave pause, then tilted his helm. “Let’s start small, shall we?” A technique to relax the obviously cautious & terrified youngling, his wings gently tucked against his back & gaze flickered to meet Skywarp’s.
“What’s your favorite thing to do,” he inquired, a short smile on his lips. “Besides eating, mind you. What about your least favorite thing to do? Oh, have you flown here yet? It’s very fun, I hear.”









