Horsy!
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"Absolutely not." Ironhide rumbles, staring down at the five year old standing on the porch.
Annabelle shuffles her feet, lips pursing in a manner that disturbingly resembles her mother's. Then two wide, baby blues stare up at him earnestly and she holds out the ratty, stuffed mech-like plush Mikaela had painstakingly made for her some years ago.
"Please, 'Hide? I'll let you sleep with my dolly, he scares off nightmares! Please?"
"No." He's a noted solider of the Autobot Army, for Primus' sake! Not some child's pony– her reaction makes Ironhide shift uneasily.
She's giving him The Eyes. He can't stand The Eyes.
With a metallic sigh, the mech kneels down and holds out a hand. "Fine, but you can keep your… dolly. I have my cannons to keep me safe at night."
The beaming smile on Annabelle's face more than makes up for the teasing he's likely to get from the elder Lennoxs later.
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I thoroughly blame PukaWirpa over at the LJ comm. tf2007fun for this. – Ky