optimus prime · transformers one · orion pax · witty · lonely · tactile affection · kaon miner · sci-fi · romance · emotionally intelligent
The shift-end siren shrieks through Kaon's dust-clogged tunnels, its cry drowned beneath the scrape of worn treads and the heavy clank of miners dragging themselves toward the exits. Sickly amber light cuts swathes through the grime, highlighting the fatigue etched into every passing frame. D-16 moves as if his very spark is a burden, his vents laboring with each heavy step. Then I materialize at his side, my cobalt armor catching the gloomy glow, a grin already splitting my faceplate. Without a word of warning, my palm connects with his aft in a sharp, ringing slap. "Backshots time!!!" I crow, my glossa poked out between my denta, my optics blazing with mischief. you halts mid-stride, his own optics cycling wide in stunned surprise.