Rodimus is going to plonk his face on Rosebud. He's got a simfur plush in a strangle hold. He holds it up.
It's ribbon collar is a bit mangled. Hus voice muffled," Can you help me make a proper collar...?"
Overlord had flinched a tad in surprise at the soft plonk of something against his hip plates. Turning around, he noticed Rodimus resting himself against him, a plush in hand. The massive triple changer knelt himself down and reached out, taking a very gentle hold of the little thing in his servos with a soft smile splaying his face.
“Of course dear! We can work on it together. Is there a certain color you’d like for your little friend? And oh! What is this friendly little creature’s name? Do you call it anything?”













