@sp01lerwarn1ng asked:

👀 (Bayverse Prime? or dealer's choice, if you're not feeling that)

[Staring 👀 || Accepting!]

Now, the Prime was no stranger to getting looks- mostly from the humans that worked alongside the Autobots, sometimes from his own men (though he never quite understood why),....and every time an Autobot from the stars landed. Such seemed to be the case for this one, his helm slowly turning to spot the unknown 'Bot that had his optics practically glued to Optimus.

"...is there a reason for your staring, soldier?" Perhaps he did not know which wing of the base to report to?

Gary trots up to Hot Rod and then skids to a stop in front of him, cautiously but quickly the goat stretches out to lick Hot Rod's shin before he bleats, turns around to run away, only to pause and jump while kicking up his back hooves. He turns back toward the autobot and stands up on his back legs bleating as he wiggles his head before falling forward as if to head butt Hot Rod.

And as soon as the Autobot opened his mouth, Starscream began to instantly regret his decision. Soon, he filtered out the stranger and his rambling, continuing to stare with a blank expression.

'Oh great, another one who doesn't know when to shut up.' It took every fibre of his being to not roll his orange optics. 'Does Optimus not teach them to hold their glossa? How does he put up with this for so long? And these are the best he has. How pitiful.' He couldn't hold back the urge to loudly vent. At least the mention of the Mini-Cons brought him back on track. Starscream gave them a quick glance, watching them all look up to him with tilted heads and a curious beep.

this mech feels familiar, so much so that it prickles along his plating in a manner that he can't quite figure out. it's neither good nor bad, just ... uncomfortable. hm ...

Scars and Blood

He really should figure out a work around for his slagged up sensor net. Sunstreaker hadn't even been able to feel when his should had popped out of place when he was tossed. Hadn't even noticed until Hot Rod was yanking him down and shoving it back into place.

His servo spasmed, but he didn't shout or grit his denta. Just looked... vaguely bewildered.

Send a Ö and I’ll reveal a character I’d consider rping.

"Let's see, ah a sexy pic of you that I took when you're weren't looking. The same one I made into a poster."