ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

[rodders]

Who: ALL ROBOTS.
Where: THE FORUM
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
What: ROBOT PROM
Warnings: teenagers making out, galvatron doing his thing, a throwdown between first aid and tarn over sixshot. usual prom shit.


ROBOT PROM

the punch has been spiked, the music is whatever they could scrape together, and there’s bleachers to make out behind. takes place OUTSIDE in the forum so there's plenty of space and people can easily crash it.

prom king is optimus prime, prom queen is pipes.

please behave as irresponsibly as you would at real prom.

comment around, mingle, you all know the drill.

Comments

SHH NO

[rodders]

"Magnus," he says, one of his hands coming to grab her hand - not to pull her onto the dance floor. Instead he just holds it in both of his, frowning down at them. "Change isn't so bad, you know. And it'll do you some good to learn how to bend 'cause if not, you're just going to break." His expression becomes more serious as he looks back up into her face, optics dim.

"You're part of my crew, too, and I'm not going to let that happen to you. Any of it. Breaking, being observed, whatever."

[smallandincharge]

Magnus turns her head to look down at her fist, resting on her knee, and held gently in both of Rodimus' hands. She watches it for a moment, lost in thought, as her fist slowly unclenches, its tension released. Finally, she looks back up, meeting Rodimus' gaze.
"Promise?"