Optimus was standing outside of his bedroom listening to the sounds Saya made as she moved around the spacious room. No doubt exploring her new habitat like all confused and curious people did.
He figured by her movements and the way she suddenly stopped, and by the way that her heart seemed to stutter in her chest- That she must have found something familiar to her. Her clothes? The small trinket box with the flowers painted on it maybe? Or the set of colorful Egyption glass perfume bottles sitting on top of his dresser perhaps?
He opened his mind to her and caught her thought of, What the hell?
And that was it. There was nothing else. Which Optimus found strange since he was sure that she must have noticed some of her things sitting out in the open. Still he stood there waiting for the inevitable explosion and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her hand smack the bedroom door.
Right next to his ear a second or so before he heard her ask, "Is it okay if I use your shower?"
Optimus blinked his eyes. He had to say, this female had him so utterly confounded that he had no idea what to do. Which was probably why it took him five minutes, and three more impatient sounding hits to his bedroom door, before he managed to finally answer her.
"Uh. Yeah, just grab some clothes out of the closet or something." Towels are in the bathroom on a shelf next to the sink. He thought as he pushed away from the wall and decided that it was in his best interest to put as much space between himself and her as he could.
He had the feeling that he'd need the extra space and time to collect his thoughts since they seemed to be scattered all over the place.
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Saya couldn't believe the stuff in the strangers room.
For a bear of a man, Mr. Optimus had taste. Expensive taste. Everything from the bed, to the clothes in the closet, to the furniture scattered here and there across the large spacious room; was antique.
Many of the pieces were from the Victorian era. All of the pieces, carved or not, were usually sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Saya went through the room systmatically checking out Optimus's stuff. And by the time she was done...
She was so freaked out by the fact that Optimus had enough money to make her disappear, that she was feeling nauseous and more than a little weak kneed. And after a second or so of sitting down on the edge of the massive bed. She decided to get up, pull herself together, grab a shower, tell Mr. Optimus 'thanks' for saving her.
And get the hell out of dodge before she wore out her welcome.
She walked over to the door and banged on it once, just beacuse she knew a guy like Optimus would still be hanging around; even if it was outside his own bedroom door. Then asked if she could use his shower.
He didn't answer right away. Which was why she had had to smack the door a few more times. But finally he gave her permission. Permission that she had no intention of wasting. She walked over to the dresser and started opening drawers until she came across the most curious sight.
Her own private collection of satin and lace panties and bras.
Her mind stopped functioning for a second as she pulled out her favorite peach satin and white lace panties and bra and held them up in front of her face to make sure that they were really hers. She noted that the bra had the little gold thread dot that she liked to put on her unmentionables when she decided to go on vacations. As a means for her to identify her own things if she ever lost any and had to go back looking for them.
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Optimus was in the middle of eating his breakfast when he caught a sliver of Saya's anger and outrage. And dropped his fork as he jumped to his feet and looked around almost nervously.
Optimus was in no way, shape, form or fashion; a coward. Never had been. Never would be.
Yet the sheer amount of seething rage churning within the female down the hall sent a chill down his spine. It made him feel like Megatron was breathing down the back of his neck. It made him nervous and twitchy.
But that didn't mean that he would back down. No. Not him. He didn't back down from anything. Which was why he pushed his chair back a little more and started walking and nearly tripped over his own feet when he caught Saya's thought of, I have to destroy this place. Where is my lighter?
Lighter? Optimus thought stupidly as he started to pat down his pockets before remembering that he'd left the lighter that he'd found in her pants pocket before he'd thrown her pants away; on his dresser.
Right in the open.
Five minutes later he was kicking in his bedroom door aqnd dragging the hissing and spitting woman out of the inferno that she had so stupidly created.
Forty five minutes later-
He stood across the street from his burning apartment watching it go up as the fire fighters pulled up. He sighed and hung his head a little bit.
Could anyone blame him?
His temporary home had just gone up in smoke because the silly woman tucked under his arm had decided that his home needed to be destroyed in retaliation for him going through her things.
What she hadn't seemed to grasp yet was that her stuff was now cinders too. "Put me down!" Saya snarled as she thrashed around in his grip. Optimus glanced away from his burning home to look down at the seething young woman and growled at her.
"Be quiet and stop thrashing around."
"No! You can't order me around-"
"Like hell I can't-" Optimus said as he dropped Saya onto the pavement and dropped down to kneel in front of her and grasped her shoulders and was only a little appeased by the flash of wariness that crossed her face. "You're my responsibility!"