@digitaloptiics asked:
'Optimus-' Cried Sprite who ran up to the Prime. 'Howdy!' With a fake Texan accent. It wasn't good but the spirit was there.
[Unprompted. || Accepting!]
The mech's helm had turned at the call of his designation, yellow optics catching on the small frame. He had to lean to get a proper look at the sparkling, but he managed all the same- a faint glow in his optics, as he smiled behind his battle mask.
"Hello there, Sprite. It's certainly been a while." He couldn't hide the notes of mirth that colored his vocals- or at least, he didn't try.














