((I might not be able to update as much, the next week or so is about to turn very busy... we'll see.
I don't own TF.))
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Turned On
Optimus snapped out of a shallow recharge as voices met his audio receptors. However, these voices didn't concern him - they did not belong to Decepticons...
No, these voices were female. And they belonged to Elita-One and Arcee.
He resolved to find out what the two femmes were doing out here.
Following the sound of their voices, he crept through thick underbrush, trying not to make any noise that would alert them of his presence.
His audios picked up another distinct noise - rushing water.
Slowly, his CPU put one and one together. Femmes chatting casually, near a source of water..
He grinned slyly behind his faceplate, a very wicked idea coming to him...
Soon enough, he was lying flat on his chest, barely concealed by a thick cover of shrubs. Even then, his ear-fins poked out from the tops of the plants. But for now, that didn't matter... he had a clear view of the large hot spring...
...and the two femmes relaxing in it.
His grin widened as he crept closer...
*****
An hour later
For the second time that day, Optimus was pulled out of recharge by female voices.
However, this time felt... different. For one, his head hurt much worse than it had earlier on. Also, he was sure that the formidable dent in his forehead was a recent addition.
"I don't even see how such a big mech like Optimus could have snuck up like that on us," Arcee was pondering. "And why didn't we spot him sooner?"
"He's got a way of surprising everyone," Ratchet replied. "But I gotta hand it to you, Arcee. You've got one heck of a throwing arm."
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((I feel so evil now.))