@spicyspoilers || starter call.
All he had to do was keep his head down and stay as unobtrusive as ever. It wouldn’t be hard. Stick to the sidelines, find a quiet place to stay put where he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew. Optics down, no unnecessary eye contact, and everything would be just fine.
“Oh, pardon me!” he apologized hastily to the mech he had half-run into. Maybe he had been keeping himself a little too turned away from his surroundings; lost in thought and with his optics trained resolutely on the ground, he hadn’t quite seen where he was going (or who was in his way). Risking a quick glance up, Rung was caught by unwarranted surprise. After all, what were the chances of him not stumbling into a familiar face when that was the last thing he needed?
“R-Rodi--!” He cleared his vocorder, hoping he had managed to catch himself in time. Not Rodimus, not yet.
“I mean, please excuse me. Are you alright?”