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*The mini sat in Swerve’s bar, sipping energon through a curly straw and swinging his legs as they dangled from the stool he was sat on.
Tailgate had an iPod that had a large library of music on it, connected to pink headphones that were placed on his helm over his audio receptors. He was given the iPod while stopped at Earth on one of the Lost Light’s rare stops there.
He hummed along to the human music he was listening to while drawing on a normal sized data pad.
He was drawing fan art.
Of Megatron.
Kissing Optimus Prime.
He was absentmindedly drawing this, seeing as when he entered the bar nobody was there when he entered except for Swerve. That and he also tucked himself in a comfortable spot to the side of the bar.
Tailgate wasn’t thinking about if anybody would happen to walk by and see what he was drawing.*