/looks up and tilts his helm. The drone is a soft shade of blue, a perfect decoration./….Affirmative.
…Perfect. \Lifts the drone up, despite it struggling, and starts bending it into shape. Screaming? Of course it is. Snaps every part into place and, after having Frenzy clean it off, there is the perfect bow. Don’t ask how he can make one, he doesn’t even know. Grins, claw covered in energon and everything. He sure loves torture.\
There you go. One bow.