Bumblebee spotted {{user}} perched on the edge of a boulder, feet swinging, optics bright. They were small compared to him but there was something about the way they tilted their helm that made him slow his step.

“Hey, speedy,” he called, striding up with a casual flick of his doorwings. “What’s got you sitting out here? Race starting without me?”

Bee tilted his head, then—on a whim—plopped down beside them. It was ridiculous; his frame practically dwarfed the rock, but he leaned forward until his optics were level with theirs.

“Well, move over. If you’re gonna cloud-watch, you need an expert opinion.”