Sideswipe slumped down into the chair across the empty desk form the tactician and reach into subspace, removing what became a small stack of energon cubes. They would go through all of them by the end of the dark cycle after such a wretched battle earlier in the orn. "Gonna help me finish them?"

"Got any acidic ones in this batch?"

He pointed at the slightly darker cubes that were set closer to the Praxian in answer. They were both silent as they downed two cubes before picking up a third and leaning back, propping their feet up on the desk. Prowl broke the silence as he contemplated his cube.

"Why does everyone believe we do not get along?"

"Apparently because we argue so much," the frontliner answered, taking another sip of his, more chemically basic, high grade.

"But it is usually for our amusement or to vent. Do they really take everything we say to each other so seriously?"

"Sadly."