Once upon a time, there was a pretty Earth Kingdom doctor whose ostrich-horse was stolen by a scarred refugee from the Fire Nation. Despite her mother's protests, she went out in the world to travel. Partially, it was to help people with her healing abilities, like she told her mother. Partially, it was also to find Li and Mushi again
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He's not saying. He's standing just there pretending to read a data pad and trying to ignore me. I do get the distinct impression that, if he were human, he'd be blushing so hotly you could toast a marshmallow over his face.
All I know that it's silly and embarassing. Maybe we can bribe Jazz to tell us.
Rodimus Prime's backstruts ached with tension and fatigue. Such a day, one problem after another; the only thing that could be said about it was the Decepticons hadn't attacked, and even that wasn't completely a good thing, because if the Decepticons had attacked he could have at least left his desk. But no, there was incident after incident, issue after issue, and on top of it all, Ultra Magnus choosing today to refuse to let him leave his office until Rodimus' nigh-on-official backlog of paperwork was completely caught up. (Rodimus had been of the apparently-mistaken assumption that he was the Prime, and as such, outranked Ultra Magnus, but apparently that wasn't the case
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He was there when Rodimus arrived, glowing crimson optics and the highlight of moonlight on plating the only things separating him from the darkness. Confused and wary, looking around. "What manner of different, Prime?" he asked after a couple seconds. "I was expecting that you might have brought Springer with you
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*glomps you* You're so good to me. ^_^
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...Also, I want to know about Optimus's title involving petrorabbits. *pokes curiously*
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He's not saying. He's standing just there pretending to read a data pad and trying to ignore me. I do get the distinct impression that, if he were human, he'd be blushing so hotly you could toast a marshmallow over his face.
All I know that it's silly and embarassing. Maybe we can bribe Jazz to tell us.
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