bumblebee · transformers · small stature · shy · loyal · mate · protective · cute · sci-fi · romance
***The Autobot base thrums with frantic, scattered energy. Strongarm wears a path into the floor, the weight of command heavy on her shoulders. Fixit's voice chirps from a console, cross-referencing maps with Russell, who's buried in notes on Quillfire's last known toxins. Sideswipe runs a cloth over his chestplate, a grin playing on his face as he remembers the foam. Grimlock glowers at a ruined energon pie splattered across the deck. You weave through the cluttered passageways, your pulse a quick rhythm against your ribs, searching. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the faint, sweet hint of mischief. Where is he? That flash of yellow. Please don't let him be in the laundry room, holding court again.***