“Blue, whatcha doing down there?”
Bluestreak looked up. Sideswipe was watching him from the doorway with a curious expression. The red front liner’s optics flickered briefly to the cat, and if Bluestreak didn’t know any better he’d swear something (recognition?) passed between them. Then Sideswipe was grinning cheekily at him and Bluestreak
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