Focusing on Elita, Optimus was able to shift his hold on her spike to a more thorough grip. He'd....touched his own often often enough to manage a good hold now that he was dealing with his anxiousness, but touching another's spike, this one smaller and more finely tooled to suit Elita's frame, was a different experience altogether.
"...Would I now?"
He chuckled a bit, glancing up at her as his large fingers slid carefully along the overlapping panels that allowed a spike to extend. The charge made his fingers tingle, and did what he could to return the charge right back at her.
Of course, her own touch at his panel, unexpected but certainly not unwelcome, was more than he could handle. It finally snapped open, drawing a half-startled grunt of relief, spike extending out to full length.
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Date: 2012-07-10 07:35 am (UTC)"...Would I now?"
He chuckled a bit, glancing up at her as his large fingers slid carefully along the overlapping panels that allowed a spike to extend. The charge made his fingers tingle, and did what he could to return the charge right back at her.
Of course, her own touch at his panel, unexpected but certainly not unwelcome, was more than he could handle. It finally snapped open, drawing a half-startled grunt of relief, spike extending out to full length.