She'd never met the earlier Prime more than briefly (the one before that, she'd only recently come online when they attempted to send a delegation), and spending time with this one? He was sweet, and witty, often having some biting and sharply insightful commentary about either his work directly, or simpler gossip.
He was surprisingly willing to attempt things he might fail at, like singing. Not that he failed at it, but it was noticeable he was creating programming and routines on the fly to deal with singing properly, lacking the basic programs to help him along.
She was... undeniably fond of what she was learning, but it all just pointed more glaringly to that to get anything out of this that would help her planet, the Prime needed off this planet at some point.
She may have to sacrifice this fledgling relationship, even hampered as it was by her consort contract and programming, but... it'd be worth it. It'd have to be worth it.
Breaking the surface of the oil, Elita emerged dramatically enough to toss streams and droplets everywhere - yes, she was showing off, but why shouldn't she? - helm angled backwards, back arched and back panels spread, deliberately not looking at Optimus where he was sitting up against the edge of the oil pool.
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Date: 2012-05-26 01:08 am (UTC)He was surprisingly willing to attempt things he might fail at, like singing. Not that he failed at it, but it was noticeable he was creating programming and routines on the fly to deal with singing properly, lacking the basic programs to help him along.
She was... undeniably fond of what she was learning, but it all just pointed more glaringly to that to get anything out of this that would help her planet, the Prime needed off this planet at some point.
She may have to sacrifice this fledgling relationship, even hampered as it was by her consort contract and programming, but... it'd be worth it. It'd have to be worth it.
Breaking the surface of the oil, Elita emerged dramatically enough to toss streams and droplets everywhere - yes, she was showing off, but why shouldn't she? - helm angled backwards, back arched and back panels spread, deliberately not looking at Optimus where he was sitting up against the edge of the oil pool.