“Really?” He cocks his head in a way that somehow seems mocking,”I figured you would be quite familiar with my taste in leisurely activities by now.”

As satisfying as it is to crush Autobots in his bare hands or send in a Phase Sixer to watch final wave of chaos after years of patient preparation, those wouldn’t really count as leisure time. Drift is one of the few who would actually have an idea of what he actually did in his spare time with a permanently activated FiM chip and four million years between himself and his last written work.

Most of it was staring sulkily into the void of space, granted. But not all.