::SUNNYSUNNYSUNNYSUNNYINEEDALOANPLEASEPLEASEPRETTYPLEASE?!::
Did you hear that?
No?
Well, it was the sound of Sunstreaker’s drawing hand slamming so hard down onto the table that almost everything toppled from the surface.
The artist took a deep breath, frowned, rubbed the sides of his helm, then gritted out, ::Say that slower so I can actually hear you, Sideswipe.::
Was that a growl, too? Yes.











