Yeah…I had to. I really did.
-;-
2. Do not, under any circumstances, touch Prowl's, or any other door-wingers wings.
Okay. This one was just too good to pass up. I mean, come on. A rule like that is just begging to be broken. Unfortunately, it also meant that I would be on my own on this one, considering that Bee, Sides, Sunny, Jazz, and Prowl were all door-wingers.
Then again…it could also mean that there's more opportunity here…
-;-
Ellie giggled softly to herself as she finished up her work. Man, was she ever one hell of an artist. If by artist that you meant taking a bunch of old paint and decorating the mechs' wings to match their personalities.
It also meant that she would have to find herself another hiding place, considering that Jazz was in on her little bunker secret. Maybe Optimus would be able to keep her from being squished?
Actually, the more she thought about it, the more sense it began to make to her. Optimus was the Prime, obviously, so she would get punishment for what she'd done, but it would definitely be better than getting found out and then hunted to the ends of the Earth.
Okay. So, Optimus would be her safety net.
That was all well and good…but it really depended on how quickly she could run and if none of her secret passages had been blocked off.
Whistling a cheery tune to herself, she sauntered down the hall, her paint can in one hand while the camera she'd brought with her dangled from the other.
She couldn't wait to see the results.
-;-
::Prowl to Optimus…:: -Prowl
::What is it this time?:: -Optimus
::That femme has painted my wings.:: -Prowl
::…Did she now?:: -Optimus
::Indeed. Are you currently aware of her coordinates?:: -Prowl
::No.:: -Optimus
::Very well. Alert me immediately if that changes.:: -Prowl
Optimus vented heavily and leaned back in his chair, looking down at Ellie, who was cheerily whistling a tune as she fiddled around with her camera.
"Elina…what did you paint on Prowl's wings?" he vented, rubbing his optic ridge.
"A sunshine." She blinked back, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, that was just on the one wing. The other wing has a bunch of music notes on it."
The images that that brought to mind were amusing to say the least, but Optimus chose not to comment. He didn't want to encourage the femme now. He was supposed to the Prime, the one who led them, not joined in the madness.
…Actually, given what he was supposed to do as Prime, he supposed he had some rights in that regard. He deserved a break once in a while.
"Although that does bring some amusing images to mind, Elina, have I not told you to refrain from pranking Prowl?"
"Yes." She replied promptly. "Doesn't mean I'm going to listen, though."
Optimus resisted the urge to plant his face into the desk. Why did he even bother?