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Anonymous
I have a Bee snippet. See if you like him/hate him. For some reason he's P's nephew or something.
"Mundane events are your playground, so don't complain and go to Hot Rod's party. Have some high grade, appreciate the ladies, the usual. And I want you to accompany Bumblebee." "Is that an assignment, P?" Prime smirked. "Not really. I'm asking you as a personal favour." Prowl pressed a button on his desk and a second door slid open, letting in a bright yellow young mech wearing a cute pastel colored dress. "Boss. And Mr. Prime." He dutifully saluted, lifting one hand to his forehead. "Rest, Bumblebee, you're not on duty." "Sorry uncle." He smiled almost shily and motioned to sit next to Prime, without ever looking straight at him. Feeling mischievous, Optimus leaned down a bit and smoothly greeted: "Good morning, Bee." Both Prowl and the youngling flinched at the nickname, probably for entirely different reasons. "Prime kindly accepted to be your partner for the party" P explained, pretending he hadn't heard. *Sly, sly Prowl.* Optimus thought; there was no way he could ever turn him down now, not with Bumblebee's optics glowing in pure joy. "It would be my pleasure."
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