GREAT EXPECTATIONS

HELLO, THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING !!

MTMTE-based RODIMUS, written by SAMSA!

(if you can’t reach me here, message me on @sparkmender)

"I'm a sports car."

"Great, but I'm not a girl, so I'm not doing any of that, thanks."

Like picking at a chipping patch of paint, the more you dig at it, the more flakes off.

"I'm always popular! I'm cool and handsome and that's why everyone loves me."

...Much to his current detriment.

"I don't want to-- shut up, I don't need help doing my makeup," he hisses.

He's alright at it, anyways. Good enough that he can paint on his own markings without Drift's help, since Drift's always too busy now, so he's had time to practice. Rodimus has always had an artistic inclination. It's not much different from drawing or painting, just that it was on his face instead, and he mostly just stuck to doing smudgy eyeliner and occasionally adding a gloss layer on his lips.

But, seriously, what the fuck.

Rodimus gives a frustrated growl of his engine and gets up from his desk to leave the room.

He'd slam the door if he could, but, like, the door is one of those slidy sci-fi spaceship doors that come standard on Autobot ships, so it sort of just sedately glides back into place without so much as an audible hiss.