Arcee trills from behind the Prime," Now aren't you absolutely lovely." Elita is...lurking nearby. Chromia might be as well. Watch out Prime.
Of course, the now femme froze a bit and made a startled noise, she wasn't expecting anyone quite yet, let alone from behind, so she had been a bit startled needless to speak.
"Arcee! You startled me, well I know this is...a new look for me for me but it is still...me."
Optimus muttered softly, indeed this was going to be something to deal with.
Was it normal to feel a tad bit worried?
Arcee circles the once mech now femme. “ Oh I know you Prime. But this is a much nicer look on you.” Her optics drag over the Prime’s frame. Her lips curl, optics narrowing with a self satisfied look. Purring as she inches in closer. “ But, well. I suppose you’re not used to the mass shift hm? Really its not that hard is it? Its all about the center of gravity. You’re much more stable like this.” She laughs a little. Propping her cheek in her palm. Lip curling a bit more, flashing that sharp fang. Elita flips a knife in her fingers as she calls huskily,” We could spar you. Help you get used to that shift. Loath as I am to help a Prime... I’m hardly one to leave a femme gamboling about like a new spark to get into trouble.”
The prime looked like she was a bit on the defensive if anything, that was a normal reaction with what was happening.
"I'm not sure...this frame isn't...who I am."
The now femme muttered, looking a bit anxious as her frame let out a shiver. Well she guess this was how femmes felt in these situations.
"I suppose you...can say that, after all, I wasn't expecting the sudden mass shift due to a grayface. But is that, true now?"
Optimus had to question that, after all, she was a mech all her life before this incident, would she be better during and after this?
"You would be willing to help me in this state? This isn't some sort of trap is it? I mean I can fight back against other mechs still, but maybe getting used to it would be beneficial..."
Was this a wise choice? Would they really help her like this?
“ It might not be. And we can refer to you with-” Arcee wrinkles her nasal ridge briefly,” Mech pronouns if preferred. Even I’m not that fragging cruel. But, you are femme framed and that means you’re a sitting Mythril Wing.” Elita slithers from her perch. Strutting forwards confidently, arms crossed over her chest plate. Joining Arcee; Elita lifts her chin and narrows her optics,” Exactly. And for all that you’re a Prime... it would be a shame to see some political entity attempt to disparage your-” She sighs softly,” Mm. I suppose your reputation. It is not at all uncommon for political entities to disparage us for being seen as less-” Elita looks at Arcee who snorts and bluntly states,” Built like Pede thumping Warframes and Bigger Convoy Class Civilians.” The slightly smaller femme shrugs,” But I’m used to wrestling with my frame sister. Bigger is not better. Either way. I just hate the idea of you rolling over just cause you can’t figure out your new frame.” Elita covering her mouth at Arcee’s blunt nature. Chuckling a little before looking back to Optimus,” Not exactly how I might have phrased it. But truthful all the same. Now do you want help or would you rather figure it out on your own?”
