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[wcrkerbee]

@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.”

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x-moving]

"you know what's crazy? i caught a doordash delivery person try to steal my food and like...full on tackled them like i was sacking tom brady from the porch. ended up ruining my food and drink because if i can't have it, no one can. --- so uh, i'm starving and need a ride to mcdonalds, please."

Ironhide listens to Annabelle's story with growing intrigue, optic ridges slowly raising higher and higher underneath the crest of his helm as she spoke. He just barely manages to keep a straight face at the mental image of the girl trying to kick some unaware delivery driver's ass, just barely--

"Was it a fair fight?" Her answer will absolutely affect the outcome of Ironhide's decision.

[ofauroradreams]

@vousleu​​​ texted:           “You can’t see the stars from here…”

Late Night Wanderings || accepting

          “Ugh,  don’t  remind  me,”  Liana  mumbles,  glancing  upwards  at  the  darkness.    Their  view  of  the  sky  is  obstructed  by  skyscrapers  and  the  light  pollution  of  the  bright  city.    Not  that  it  would  matter  anyway:  it’s  a  cloudy  night,  the  air  heavy  with  a  potential  storm  on  the  horizon.

          “I  used  to  put  glow-in-the-dark  stars  on  my  ceiling,”  she  admits.    “So  I  could  see  them  every  night.    Wish  I  still  had  them.”    There’s  something  about  lying  back  and  gazing  at  the  stars  that’s  always  made  Liana  feel...  less alone.

[wcrkerbee]

’ anything you do is alright. ’

falsetto starters ;;

     "That's a bold statement to make," the scout chirps. His optics narrow and spin when he leans towards the courageous Annabelle, steeping in the playfulness that spreads from buzzing doorwings. "You'd be fine with it if I picked you up by one of those tiny pedes and wiggled you around like that? Or maybe I should, like, uh..."

     Bumblebee stops short as he wracks his processor for another example -- something equally as dumb and unpleasant -- but nothing comes to mind. "Okay, that's all I've got right now, but you know what I mean. You've sure got a lot of trust for the amount of pranks just knowing me is going to subject you to."

[ofauroradreams]

@vousleu​ texted:            ❝ they’re not christmas lights if they’re orange. ❞

inbox status: open || autumn sentence starters

          Liana  laughs.    “You’re  talking  to  the  girl  who  puts  up  Hallowe’en  decorations  in  September.”    There’s  no  need  for  excuses  where  Liana  and  the  spooky  season  are  concerned.    “I  don’t  even  celebrate  Christmas.”

[wcrkerbee]

" you know i'm always here for you. right? "

     “I know -- I know, Annabelle. I do.”

     He’s beeping a little too incessantly here and he knows it, but it seems as though he does nothing but worry Anna any time he’s around and Bumblebee is tired of it.

     His life may be saturated by war, but that doesn’t mean hers has to be, too.

     “...Don’t you have some... human things to go do? Like, homework, or -- or, I don’t know, taxes?”

[bngbby]

‘  you scare me a little  ’

                    ❝ ONLY A LITTLE? ❞ Amusement coats his words. The corner of his lips turning up in a cold smile that doesn’t reach his optics. ❝ I’m nearly offended.❞

[wcrkerbee]

‘  why  didn’t  you  fight  back?  ’

     “I tried.”

     He fixes Annabelle with a decidedly stiff look, brows laid flat and slowly inching lower.

     “But what was I going to do? Shoot some organics, or throw them, or breathe on them wrong and leave knowing I disrupted the lives of who-knows-how-many?” Looking down at his plating, littered with scrapes, dents, and even some holes from what could be accurately guessed as the tiny pieces of metal humans call bullets, he exvents harshly.

     “You’re all so -- squishy. It’s way too easy to go too far.”

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