#flameofprimus

" I need a new alt. I don't fit my old one anymore." Nasal ridge twitching, lacking his spoiler, is strange. He can't emote right. He thinks he's growing another ray to his crest. So so weird. " Think you're up to helping me? I feel naked." The Prime leans in to bunt at Drift, huffing," Its so odd to hit doors too." ———@flameofprimus.

"  wh-what is happening to you?  "     concern is thick in drift's open field as he cups rodimus' cheeks,  clawed thumbs stroking beneath his optics.     "  why are you changing ...?     w-will you ... still be part of my pack?  "

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:: I'm still waiting with utmost fascination about your calculations! Seriously I'm floating with it. :: A HUD image snap. Stars- a planet that's a vivid emerald green, and the end of Quantum Quills. :: Can I still guess? ::

Shockwave scans over the image, more interested in that than answering Rodimus' question.

:: You may guess, but I will warn the answer may be unappealing to you. ::

They both look stunning.

Sideswipe's red was a rich ruby with a subtle shimmer in some lighting, grinning at the Prime with red painted derma. Gold lined his optics, and he already had some Kandy bracelets.

Grinning at the Prime, pulling him into a spin and a hug.

"Hey there!" Sideswipes overly friendly nature making him touchy. Already a few drinks in.

Sunstreakers golden yellow looked more gold. A distinct metalic sheen almost making him glow. Red lined golden optics, lips painted black with a golden shimmer gloss over them. Helm tilting as he watches, leaning against the bar table while Sideswipe let Rodimus go.

Only for Sunstreaker to invade his space and leave a glittery kiss mark on his cheek.

" I'd be happy to do that. Want me to give you a wind up?" Flexing a servo, heavy race engine revving.

Overlord had been dozing, data pad balanced on his faceplates. He woke with bleary optics, looking about the room but seeing no source for the strange sound.

"Mrrh..?" Slag it, he was trying to recharge. "Who's there? Come out?" Squeak squeak. Zoom!

Ratchet squints, before decorative arms fold in front of his vest.