your name: Smokescreen of Praxus
your age: like, 20-something million I think? If you count time in stasis?
your perfect date: You let me fly the Nemesis around, and I do a barrel roll.
make out in private or in public?: Sure. In public. Why not.
do you like to cuddle?: Very much. You look like you could give good hugs, when you're not like, you know, murdering and stuff.
tell me something about you: I was really, really close to becoming a Decepticon before the war, but my better judgement kicked in!
why do you want to be my valentine?: I want to make you play video games.
Valentine's Application [accepting]
He studies the form and frowns. Time to get important matters out of the way first: “I'm not letting you do barrel rolls in my warship.”
“Better judgement—?” A noise of derision escapes him. Perhaps it was fortuitus that he hadn't joined after all... but then war had changed them all. An irrelevant train of thought that he discarded no sooner than it had popped up.
“What games in particular?”