Domestic idyll? How about not...
G1 Rumble
Rumble sits in the main room of the cabin, brooding over a few unidentifiable scraps of what might have been pieces of technology before he got to them, and exuding 'don't talk to me, don't look at me' vibes.
Actually, he merely manages to look sulky, but the cassette is oblivious to this. It's a good thing or his mood would turn even more grumpy.
This whole living with Autobots and squishies idea was a bad idea. Had he already mentioned it? Well, maybe he had, once or twice... But it couldn't be thought often enough!
He makes a disgruntled noise and gives the tech slag another half-hearted poke, whimsically wishing it would miraculously turn into a superweapon.
Rumble sits in the main room of the cabin, brooding over a few unidentifiable scraps of what might have been pieces of technology before he got to them, and exuding 'don't talk to me, don't look at me' vibes.
Actually, he merely manages to look sulky, but the cassette is oblivious to this. It's a good thing or his mood would turn even more grumpy.
This whole living with Autobots and squishies idea was a bad idea. Had he already mentioned it? Well, maybe he had, once or twice... But it couldn't be thought often enough!
He makes a disgruntled noise and gives the tech slag another half-hearted poke, whimsically wishing it would miraculously turn into a superweapon.