Elita was certainly in no hurry to go anywhere, and unless Optimus wanted to continue, she was also not at all opposed to recharge; for her, the day hadn't just involved the party and the attack, but arriving on Cybertron as well.
So she relaxed against and into him, one hand trailing lazily along one of his arms, and while her helm was canted attentively, after a few moments she began to sing quietly; an old cybertronian recharge song (used back when the method of recharge was more sinking more deeply into layers of lower awareness and conciously going through things, instead of what it was now).
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Date: 2012-05-17 06:56 pm (UTC)So she relaxed against and into him, one hand trailing lazily along one of his arms, and while her helm was canted attentively, after a few moments she began to sing quietly; an old cybertronian recharge song (used back when the method of recharge was more sinking more deeply into layers of lower awareness and conciously going through things, instead of what it was now).