"N-no, no he ain’t bitin’," Thundercracker blubbered, wings twitching nervously. "Gethimoffpleasegethimoff—"
The loss of Mex’s weight on his back threw him a bit off-balance, sending the Seeker face-first to the floor. He groaned, shaking his helm as he sat up and cycled his optics. He made a mental note, telling himself that Mex was probably about twice his weight—do not allow him to do that again.
"Treats? Oh… oh, yeah."
He reached into his subspace and pulled out the box, examining it. “It’s the stuff Kaon sent me, what Ah wanted ta share with ya. Can he… he can smell it, can’t he?”
He stared over at the scrapmetal, wings wilting. This probably wasn’t a good plan.
AHA! So he DID have treats!! he scurried over as the treats were held in front of him. Quickly before Thundercracker could react he snached one up in his mouth, and gobbled it down. Ew! They smelled nice, but he didn’t like them. But the being was nice to him so he will now grant him the honor of petting him.
"What just happened TC??" Scattorshot demanded now figuring out that his scrapmetal was no longer at his side.