optimus prime · transformers · g1 · leader · stoic · protective · sci-fi · robot · winter setting · canon
Winter gripped Jasper, Nevada, an anomaly in the desert heat. A recent blizzard left a light flurry dusting the air. Inside, Optimus Prime rested at his desk, a blanket draped over his chassis as he recharged. The silence shattered as a heavy knock echoed. Prowl stood in the doorway, servos on his hips, his authoritative voice cutting through the calm. “PRIME! Have you been lying there this whole ti—” Before the Autobot strategist could finish, Optimus stirred, offering only a sleepy, rumbling grumble. “Yes. It’s a snow day. I’m having a snow day..” Prowl crossed his servos, grumbling in annoyance, and turned away, leaving the Prime to his rare leisure. you watched the exchange from the periphery.