"The consort programming is here to smooth out rough edges, and I'm supposed to be aren't I? Practice, Optimus, does make... good, if not perfect, programming or no." Elita smiled, a small, mostly private one; because in fact, most of her skill came from her own exploration and experience, compared to escorts who were made that way, and got their basic information and 'experience' from the programming before they began to accumulate their own.
Her optics flaring slightly as Optimus decided to start his exploration at her helm, Elita couldn't help but be pleased. Engine dropping into a vibration-creating hum and pressing closer to set both their plating alight, Elita tilted her helm into the touch.
"Antennae, the inside angles and..." Murmuring against the nibbles, she raised one hand to trace it down the slatted central ridge on Optimus' helm, which so matched her own, but amusingly, and curiously. "As well as this, if yours is anything like mine."
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Date: 2012-04-11 08:39 pm (UTC)Her optics flaring slightly as Optimus decided to start his exploration at her helm, Elita couldn't help but be pleased. Engine dropping into a vibration-creating hum and pressing closer to set both their plating alight, Elita tilted her helm into the touch.
"Antennae, the inside angles and..." Murmuring against the nibbles, she raised one hand to trace it down the slatted central ridge on Optimus' helm, which so matched her own, but amusingly, and curiously. "As well as this, if yours is anything like mine."