[Out one war and into another. It just figures, with Swindle's luck lately. And to make matters worse, he's found himself surrounded by organics. Organics mostly from Earth, it looks like. Probably one of the worst planets to be from, in his opinion.
And on top of all that, he's small now. Too big for the base, they'd said. He's never been one of the larger 'Cons ("Cybertronians," he mentally corrects), but the difference in perspective is still disorienting. How did humans do this all the time? It's already exhausting. What he'd give to just be back at Maccadam's now.
So, to deal with it all, Swindle has taken to just sulking around, because that's definitely one of the best ways to confront a problem. Try as he might, though, even at a smaller size he's not quite the type that can blend in. His paint job aside, very few others' pacing brings a metal clang with every step.]
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And on top of all that, he's small now. Too big for the base, they'd said. He's never been one of the larger 'Cons ("Cybertronians," he mentally corrects), but the difference in perspective is still disorienting. How did humans do this all the time? It's already exhausting. What he'd give to just be back at Maccadam's now.
So, to deal with it all, Swindle has taken to just sulking around, because that's definitely one of the best ways to confront a problem. Try as he might, though, even at a smaller size he's not quite the type that can blend in. His paint job aside, very few others' pacing brings a metal clang with every step.]