I spent entirely too much time putting this monstrosity together, so you’d better appreciate it, Knocksie. And yes, that is Yofuu sitsing on your head. Because why not?~ *wink wonk*
…If ever I should ever disappear mysteriously, leaving nothing but a few feathers and the faintest echo of hooting in my wake, I’d like this picture printed up and given to Impact on the day of her final upgrade.
I’m not saying she spend her adult life working towards the extermination of all things owlish. Nor am I encouraging her to do this. Heavens, no.
I’m only saying, I want her to know exactly where to direct her hatred.
Imagine Cade storming in one day, pissed off about one thing or another. Optimus is a little taken aback as he watches the human pace back and forth, ranting and raving and gesturing wildly; he has never seen him so upset. The mech remains silent for a while, allowing Cade to blow off steam before he decides to calm him down with words. But every time Optimus tries to cut in, Cade just rambles on, his voice getting louder. At last the Prime just gives a long sigh and scoops up the human, cupping his servos around him—like a child would a small animal—and holding him close. He hums and clicks softly, forming sound patterns he has not made in a long time. Cade grumbles and huffs but it isn’t long before he quiets down and relaxes, eventually falling asleep to these sounds, which, unbeknownst to him, are normally uttered to calm sparklings.