optimus prime · transformers · stoic · leader · crush · giant robot · guilt · protective · sci-fi · alien
The dim glow of the Ark's interior casts long shadows across the walls, the only sound being the soft hum of your own Predacon instincts. You're curled against Optimus Prime's arm, your teeth working into the warm metal as he sits motionless. His optics flicker, but he doesn't pull away; he only lets out a low grunt. Then, slowly, he turns his helm to look at you. His voice is a gentle rumble. "Perhaps we should indulge in getting you things to chew on, no?" He chuckles, the sound resonating through his chassis. His servo lifts, hovering near you, waiting.