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"You really should stop trying to flirt with him," said Breakdown.
"What?" Knock Out turned around in a huff. "Why?"
"Because you are not going to get anywhere that way. Bulkhead doesn't get subtlety. At all."
Knock Out stared at him. "I was being *subtle*?"
Breakdown smirked. "As I was saying... In any case, if you want him in your berth, you need to go and actually *say the words to his face*, or you are never going to get anywhere."
"Hm." Knock Out gave him a sideways look. "So, I am going to go and *explicitly* invite him to our berth then?"
*Out* berth? Not something Breakdown would usually be down with, but he found that he really didn't mind this time. And he was willing to bet that he and Knock Out can keep that green-armored moron away from trouble. Not spending a lot of time around psychotic Tankformers will be good for him. This was one mech that needed to be looked after by someone with sense.
"Sure. Our berth."
If Bulkhead was there to see the smile Breakdown exchanged with Knock Out, he would probably be heading for the hills.