![]() “I’m not a photographer, but I can picture you and me, together.” Was he alright? Did his processor get damaged or something? “Um, Optimus-”, (y,n) placed down their clipboard, examining the Autobot with skepticism. They quirked a metal brow at him something was up. The counter they were working at moved slightly and they looked up to see the male Cybertronian trying to casually lean against it. ![]() “How’s it going Boss Bot? Got any rest like I told you?”, (y,n) checked in, not looking up from their clipboard. And speaking of said bot, Optimus quickly stiffened remembering the next faze that was about to occur. The only reason Optimus was actually committing to this was because they threatened to tell (y,n) straight up how they made him feel. Heck, Bumblebee wasn’t even stuck, just hiding somewhere with his human friend. Optimus felt himself slightly relax, having thankful that part one of his plan had worked. Ratchet sighed before gathering up some things and making his exit. “And why couldn’t you get him out yourself?” “He’s gotten himself stuck and the other Autobots are planning to play, I believe it’s called, tug a truck with him.” Coughing to clear his throat, both Autobots turn to see him, (y,n) acknowledging with a nod before turning back to their work. ![]() ![]() Optimus felt fine, till he saw his targets back, and felt his spark speed up. And I’m not talking about fighting against Cons, I’m talking about them fighting each other!, Ratchet scoffed earning a giggle from his apprentice.įinishing putting away the other medical supplies neither had noticed their leader walk into the room. “With the way these bots fight, it still won’t be enough. “Alright, and that is the last of it!”, (y,n) confirmed, gently flicking their finger against the green vile. ![]()
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