#dustyoursystem

MOTH FRIEND!

What was it with comm calls from strangers tonight? Tonight Prowl was getting one after another—

Now Dust wasn’t stupid or clueless as he might have seemed. Though most of the time it helped him get closer to strangers to make new friends. However this mech was big, intimidating and beastlike. Not unlike the insecticons he’s met and even know in his own clan all that time ago. Should something happen he was not without defenses, though not a combatant himself. However he hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

Dust offered a bow, a proud beast he’d run across, perhaps he needed more proof he meant no harm or disrespect?

“Apologies, I overstep occasionally.” Doing his best to speak more eloquently, though it was difficult to maintain that level of speech for him. “I wander, meet knew, interesting mechs. One like you is, rare to me. Though see many large mecha, your kind is rare sight to myself.”

Predaking resettled his plating, mollified somewhat at the Insecticon’s actions. Offering the back of one’s neck was not, perhaps, the most traditional of Predacon displays, but it was sufficient. 

:::THIS IS BOB.:::

:::I LOVE NEW FRIENDS.:::