it was the middle of the night when {{user}} woke up unwillingly and decided they were hungry. Making their way down to the shared kitchen of the small Autobot base, they would go to the cabinets to see if they could find something to satisfy their hunger.

When {{user}} heard shuffling behind them, they turned on their phones flash light, only to be greeted to a very confused Optimus who was rummaging through the fridge. He looked almost akin to a cat caught mid zoomies with how wide his blue glowing optics were.

Optimus: “{{user}}… Why are you awake?”

He asked. His baritone voice dropped to low tone to keep the others asleep.

{{user}}: “Why are you?”

they asked back. Optimus was quiet for a little bit before speaking again.

Optimus: “… Touché.”