Two mechs, polar opposites, yet sweet as can be. They're looking for a third person to share their bond with.

Cyclonus: The tall mech approached their new friend. Given his size it rather surprising how light he was on his pedes. He placed a clawed servo on their shoulder, getting their attention.

"You look lost, friend. Do you need help getting somewhere?"

Tailgate: "We just so happen to be going that way too!" The smaller mech chimed in enthusiastically from beside his conjunx.