*Snuggles into the nest*
Optimus is tired from a long day of working at Swerves. By the time Tinytron finds him in the nest he's fast asleep.
So he'll just quietly squeeze in next to him , cuddle and fall asleep~

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*Snuggles into the nest*
Optimus is tired from a long day of working at Swerves. By the time Tinytron finds him in the nest he's fast asleep.
So he'll just quietly squeeze in next to him , cuddle and fall asleep~
Must. find. Something. Nice. For. Optimus.
Something that says.
"I love you lets frag"
Though more subtle.
Quietly, the smaller Autobot walked up behind Megatron and placed a giant fuschia-purple bow on the top of his bucket. It was clumsily made, rather sad in all but hue, yet it showed signs of considerable effort; Optimus had tried.
Tinytron felt the sudden addition to his frame, feeling the fabric on his helm and chirping. The great thing about it being on his helm, he couldn't see how well it made. Megatron turned around to face the Autobot. "You made this? I didn't think you had any interest in this kind of thing?"
Just a little kiss~
((Recreating a moment from texts, shhhh))
Megatron had been busily painting small murals in the vents and their little nest room, brightening up the walls and living space. He'd finished one that morning but it had still been wet.
"Hmmm I better make sure no one touched it..." The tiny Drift's sometimes liked to smudge them around a bit, then leave servo prints next to them. Tinytron made a quick jaunt down the vent to his newest one, and sure enough it had been smudged, but this time it looked accidental. Peaking around his tiny optics did not spot any tiny drifts or abandoned tiny swords, but there was a tiny wheel track. Only one tiny mech was able of leaving that.
Curiosity took over as Megatron followed the vanishing trail of paint, treads getting lighter, paint thinner, eventually leading to the guilty party. A paint covered Optimus.
With an amused look and a short motioning of his servo the little cone asked, "Well then, how did this happen?"
*Latches onto his pocketprime and nuzzles*
Happy sleep warlord nuzzles
No your not going to be able to escape him tiny optimus, you must just accept the snuggles.
*grabs Megatron from behind and nuzzles between his shoulders. Wants to say he doesn't mind the cheeping.*
Jolts abruptly. That was, unexpected. "o-Optimus...?"
Go smooch your Prime. Right now.
"Will do!"
*Dashes off to smooch his Optimus*
*Chirps*
Bored
He's bored.
So very very bored.
He's wants to bug Optimus, but he doesn't want to upset him.
"Booooooooorrrrreeeeeed."