ˢᵐᵃᶫᶫ / ˢᶜʳᵃᵖᵖʸ

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“who needs to read boring datapads about laws? the police can’t catch me even if I did break the law! I’m too fast!”

“tell them to stop chasing me and maybe I would!” speed limits are simply not intended for him. nor are stop signs. and red lights. 

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“who needs to read boring datapads about laws? the police can’t catch me even if I did break the law! I’m too fast!”

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

he taps his foot impatiently, hands on his hips. “and what were you even doing in the lake anyway? you never answered me. man, you’re as cagey as Prowl today.”

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“I’ll get out of your way if you just--” wait, no. don’t bring up the tv. bad idea. “--er. nevermind. I can just go now.”

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

(it can’t be the fact that they can’t find that armor...he’s pretty sure Optimus would be yelling at him again if that was the case) 

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“I said I’d get it.” Bumblebee stomps confidently into the lake. and then stops. “yuck, I stepped on something! ewww it’s slimy--” he raises his leg, kicks some weird plant off, and continues, “--no need to worry, Bumblebee’s on the case. I’ll find that armor in no time!”

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“c’mon it was a joke! you like jokes, don’tcha Boss Bot? sure you do! I’ll tell you what...I’ll go get that armor for you! let’s call that even, okay?”

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“finders keepers.” he sticks his glossa out (mlehh!) and stubbornly pulls the armor to his chestplate. “but I might be persuaded to trade...”

with that taken care of, Bumblebee is free to race off along the shoreline.

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“finders keepers.” he sticks his glossa out (mlehh!) and stubbornly pulls the armor to his chestplate. “but I might be persuaded to trade...”

Optimus was glad to take some time away from the base. Especially with the chill of winter coming. It meant that less humans were by the lake too. It also meant that Bee and Sari tended to stay indoors, as did Prowl. Ratchet was helping Bulkhead with some work in town with the humans. Optimus? He was off shift, and he'd found a lovely spot to take some time alone. He'd packed some warm fuel and he'd managed to sweep a good spot clear of snow and ice to lay a thick knit blanket he'd been gifted by the Fire Chief for service to the city. Optimus drops his armor on the blanket and plunges into the cold lake. Coming up with a huff and a billow of his vents, glad to cool off. He'd been actually overheating over the last two weeks. Now he can enjoy the cool, clear water... and his privacy. Smirking to himself as he lets his panel pull back. Dragging his palms down his chest and over his sides. Trodding up towards the shallows with a rumble of his engines as he palms his spike slowly, dragging his thumb along the tip. Standing in the water where it was only thigh height for a moment, he indulges himself. His other servo slipped over his node, pinching it with a deep sigh, back towards the sparsely wooded area. Looking out over the dark starry sky and water. He groans as he squeezes the base of his spike a little harder. Only to flinch at the bright, sharp honk behind him. He almost pinches his digits in his panel. Painfully forcing himself to be covered as he turns on his heel. Flushed and...scowling at the sight of Bumblebee on the shore near his blanket. Mercifully, without Sari in sight. " Bee... why are you out here?! Weren't you playing that new game you just got?" Primus please save him. Optimus begins to trudge the rest of the way free of the water towards the shoulder and chest guard on the blanket. Hiding his disappointment with a look of long suffering.

“what are you doing out here anyway?” it suddenly clicks that this is weird. the turbo-puppy eyes are replace by a mischievous grin and Bumblebee snags the chest guard off the blanket. “you shouldn’t leave this stuff unattended! for shame, Boss Bot.”

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