(RID! Underbite x Short! Cybertronian! S/o)
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It was around 1 in the afternoon. The sun was scalding, and everyone, Autobots and Decepticons alike, decided to take a break.
Inside an abandoned warehouse was Steeljaw's pack. All are either sitting or lying down on the cold cement ground.
A jet flew down towards the warehouse, slowing down, and the plane transformed into a short femme.
They trotted into the building hurriedly with wings folded behind them, trying to get away from the earth's sun. They held a big box filled with machines inside. A big bag, however, was tangled in their arms messily. Rushing to a giant form lounging around on the floor, they placed the bag in front of the form. Inside spilled out some scrap metal. Inside the bag, however, was an unmistakable beaver metal statue.
The figure perked its head, revealing Underbite. The chompazoid's short tail wagged happily. Nuzzling the femme, he chuckled happily.
The rest of the pack gagged jokingly. Qualifier got up and sheepishly fled. "I'll g-give you guys some space," he muttered. The others followed. Fracture picked up his minions, covering their optics, as he rolled his in return.
Underbite sneered at them. "Y'all are just jealous," he teased. Blue robot Bambi threw a glowing blue quill at the chompazoid, which he easily chomped down. Thunderhoof grunted, displeased that his weapon had been eaten, stomped off unhappily.
-S/o's P.o.v-
Underbite turned to me and happily nuzzled the side of my face. He used one of his strong arms to pick me up and settled me against his chassis. Humming, I leaned against him and rubbed shapes on the plating. He laid his head next to my form without a word, facing me just a tad bit.
Giggling, I stared at him adoringly. As we sat in comfortable silence, I let my optics stay on his. My gaze must have bore into him too much because he looked away, scoffing, a blue hue creeping onto his faceplates. His fans kicked on, struggling to cool his flustered face.
I snickered at his cuteness. Leaning towards the muscle head, I peck home on the cheek. He only smirked. "You're a real sweet thing, aren't ya?" "Shut up, like you don't have pretty optics."
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