It had been a relatively, yet another normal day on the Nemesis so far, at least for Dreadwing himself. Everything was in order, no chaos to be seen anywhere, so the seeker decided to settle down for a bit in his quarters, seeing as he most likely wouldn't be needed for anything right now, things actually having been calm aboard the warship for once, so he decided to go ahead and take the rare opportunity to finally relax.
If only his plans didn't get sidetracked and disturbed within just a single few seconds as he got closer and closer to his quarters. He spotted something from the side of his optic, something that made him stop, to look there again, only to see his empty reflection staring right back from the mirror on the wall. He shook his helm, looking away for just a moment, scoffing, noting that he should have someone take that mirror down.
Before he could take any further step away from the object or even attempt to think about why or how it ended up there in the first place, he was suddenly showered with.. green paint right from above. He let out a groan at that, his optics now filled with annoyance as he scrambled to figure out whether or not the culprit or culprits were still around here so he could lecture him.
In his hurry to do so, however, he failed to remember the mirror on the wall, and glanced back at it a second time. He immediately froze in place at his own reflection looking back this time around as all green with the blue from his frame temporarily gone. He lets out a small, weak ''no..'', then repeats it just a bit louder, then again, and again until it was loud enough to hear. He steps back in a panic, then looks away, both directions before he runs off.. somewhere, anywhere else. He just needs to get away..
A good few moments later, he finds himself bumping into one of the last bots he wished to see right now. None other than Allen, the eradicon he had lately gotten to know on a more familiar level.
''Allen..?'' He lets out a surprised gasp, distress and alarm clear on his face as he glanced down at the green paintjob he now owned.
''..Sorry, I.. have business elsewhere. Do not follow me.'' Dreadwing quickly tried to leave the situation, hoping Allen hadn't noticed his distress, that he was in a hurry, a rush to leave and that something was wrong..