@vousleu ;; via.
“...Sometimes,” Bumblebee echoes. The confusion and doubt doubt doubt in his vocalizations are almost distractingly clear.
What a weird expression, he thinks, but the descriptive hums are cut short so as to not alienate Anna or make her feel any more embarrassed than she seemed to already be; then again, maybe he’s reading her completely wrong. This revelation is kind of throwing his whole understanding of human-societal things for a loop. His brows dip in further thought and confusion, but that lasts for only a moment before they’re shooting back up, the rest of his body elatedly following suit. “Wait, I made you extremely happy? That’s good!” Bumblebee trills. “I’m glad! Even if I don’t know what I did, exactly, I’ll still take it over freaking you out like I usually do.”
The last part is said with a laugh, one that’s a little too deprecation-steeped to fully match his good mood. It’s followed by a shake of his helm, at least -- a visible unwillingness to let that dampen him entirely. “I’ll add this to the list of weird human things that we just nod and laugh along with.”








