ROTB Optimus Prime's Inbox

[incandescent_matrix]

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[rootytootypointandshooty]

[a few minutes after optimus knocks on the door to the hab that's reported some maintenance needed, there's a loud thump and an "alright, goddamnit!"

hound is not an old mech. not yet, he thinks. but he was, perhaps, taking an old mech nap.]

I'm here, I'm-- holy shit! Optimus?! [he leans down, tilting his head.] The fuck happened to you, man? You get squished in the bridge, or somethin'?

[incandescent_matrix]

[Optimus looks sourly up at Hound. Some might have simply corrected the mech, or expressed the relief he truly does feel at someone who seemingly knew and liked one of his counterparts enough to express interest, but he is not any of those people. Instead, he gusts out an exasperated vent and lifts a hand to push at the much taller mech]

I was called here, by you. Something is broken. If you want me to explain space bridges and the different versions of people with my face to you instead, that will happen exactly never, [he huffed]. Now move. You're blocking the door.

[rootytootypointandshooty]

[oh, man. he likes this little guy. probably not the optimus he knows, but he looks extremely similar. close enough he'd be willing to throw some loyalty down. just gotta check something first. hound doesn't move.]

Nah. Make me.

[incandescent_matrix]

[Hound is answered by a crack of Optimus' neck to one side, and then he blurs into motion. In a complex maneuver that looks far simpler than it truly is by ease of long practice, Optimus knocks Hound off balance by hooking one leg around Hound's, using the other autobot's larger size against him by yanking him forward and around so that Hound is already slamming into the floor before he has time to process that he'd been in the air at all. Optimus then bends down to peer at Hound with the beginnings of a smile quirking his lips]

If you insist.

[Straightening up, he steps directly on Hound's midsection and keeps right on going into the hab suite. He pulls up his wrist computer as he does, sorting through his to-do list for what needs repairing. He then pauses, and scoffs]

The door won't lock? Could've saved myself the trouble by doing it outside.

[Turning, he steps back on top of Hound and past him to examine the door lock mechanism]

[rootytootypointandshooty]

[he's cackling the second he goes down, popping back up quickly after optimus has gone past him.]

Well, god damn! Here I was always told you were some scientist in your youth, yet here before me is nothin' but a little fucker!

[this is said cheerfully, then he rubs his head.]

Yeah, kicked it a bit too hard. Sounded like somethin' came loose. Hey, you got any Autobots around here? You want one?

[jangles loyalty like a set of keys... not that he'd offer this if this little prime for ants didn't look so familiar. something deep in his coding is setting off his loyalty bells.]