#oneshallstand

Youthful ignorance did not anticipate the abrupt presence of his supreme commander; energon trickled between his digits and, in a split second, Smokescreen felt his faceplates flush due to being perceived. Timidly, Smokey turned his helm away from Optimus as he fights to find the proper words. Softly, the youth perks up his doorwings and looks up at the Prime's imposing figure, offering a sheepish smile to him. It had been quite some time since they had returned from the battlefield, and Ratchet had noticeably questioned the rookie if he had been injured. Smokescreen had brushed him off. “ -I-I... I didn't want to take up any more resources than I had to.. ” What was left unspoken and unbeknownst to Optimus was the fact that Smokescreen did not want to admit he had been foolish enough to be hit with a blast. On his side, no less. Great. Just... great.

« High Tide is one of your low-ranking subordinates, is he not? He is fraternizing with the enemy. I will kill him. »

It wouldn't bother to anyway. The idea of 'colours' as a static and single-digit base seems worthless to experience.

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He has been patted! And yes, very gently!! It gets a thankful flutter out of his spoiler as he sheepishly chuckles. “Aah, heyyy! That tickles—!” He says while he eagerly leans into the touch anyway, welcoming the affection.

Starburst was very eager to receive pets from Optimus!! She teetered and purred, having to sit up a little straighter so it wouldn't be a strain for him to reach down and pet upon her helm. Leaning into the pets and scritches. Yes. Good pets!! She deserved all of the pets.