He’s passing through Tetrahex, humming a made-up tune as he walks.
He feels uneasy, but he decides to ignore it for now, no point in sticking around.
He’s passing through Tetrahex, humming a made-up tune as he walks.
He feels uneasy, but he decides to ignore it for now, no point in sticking around.
“You know, you kinda LOOK like Optimus, but you don’t, at the same time.”
“What gives?”
“You know, you kinda LOOK like Optimus, but you don’t, at the same time.”
“What gives?”
Optics scanning over her form, tilting his head to the side.
“Elita? You… alright?”
Little does he know…
Optics scanning over her form, tilting his head to the side.
“Elita? You… alright?”
Little does he know…