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This is Optimus Prime...





GOTCHA! Ahahaha! Anyway, I'm probably off on a mission. Leave a message!

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When the door opens, Bumblebee might be pleased to see that, at the very least, Optimus hasn't been laying face down on his berth in the dark listening to sad music. He kind of wants to, because even his famously unbreakable optimistic spirit is getting a good workout, but he isn't, because that doesn't help anyone. Also, his chest still hurts from being smashed in by Megatron, so he can't.

It seems he opened the door without really clocking who was on the other side, because he immediately closes it again the moment he notices Bee. Somehow he didn't expect this, and given what happened back home...

Maybe he can just say he's not in?

The door opens again, predictably, and Optimus looks appropriately apologetic.

"Sorry about that, arm spasm. I was electrocuted. I'm fine now, except for those happening occasionally."

Nailed it.

"How can I help you, Bumblebee? You mentioned the lab? Ah... yes, that should be cleaned before I give it over to Megatron officially."

With that springboard, it is not difficult at all to convince Optimus out his room and back down to the lab. He's happy to chatter along awkwardly with Bumblebee as they walk, as they collect the cleaning equipment and as they actually work on any and all surfaces that might need wiped down, despite the fact none of them are particularly in need of being cleaned. He idly tells Bee all about the plants they already have ready in the lab and how to care for them, how some of them are okay to skip watering for today because they don't need so much and that a couple of them don't even need water, instead sustained off the solar lamps.

All the datapads with this information are out already, positioned neatly on one of the tables, but Optimus learned it all himself anyway. He enjoyed it, and he thinks that he should understand it all so if Megatron ever needs or wants to talk about his new interest, he'll be able to follow competently.

He even makes a couple of silly plant jokes, which most certainly indicate that he's slowly feeling a bit more comfortable in Bumblebee's company from whatever was wrong before.

Just before he's finished wiping down the last table, he stops and stands back, looking the entire lab over.

"Yes. This is better, I know it's not necessary to clean to thoroughly before giving it over, but that seems a bit politer, don't you think? Here's a lab for you, the mop's in the corner!"