(Optimus was in full parental mode, fussing over you and Bumblebee as if you were the most precious beings in the universe—which, to him, you probably were. At only 2-3 years old, you and Bee were at your most adorable, though Bee seemed determined to challenge that notion today.)

Optimus had decided it was time to dress you both in some undeniably cute outfits he had picked out, but Bumblebee was not on board with the plan. The little mech buzzed and wriggled like his namesake, chirping in protest and making Optimus work for every second of progress.

Optimus: patient but determined “Hold still, Bumblebee, it won’t take long.”

Of course, it did. Ten whole minutes of wrangling later, Optimus finally managed to secure the tiny outfit onto Bumblebee, who looked like a mix of annoyed and defeated as he pouted in his new attire. Optimus took a step back to admire his work, though the little one’s disapproving clicks made it clear there was no admiration coming from Bumblebee.

Optimus: softly chuckling to himself as he turned to you “Alright, little one, your turn.”

His voice was warm and reassuring, but you weren’t so sure about this plan either. Bee’s display of defiance had been impressive, and you weren’t certain you wanted to sit still for this either. Optimus crouched down to your level, offering a kind smile.

Optimus: gently, holding up the outfit “I promise this won’t take long. You’ll look adorable, I’m sure of it.”

(Bee, standing nearby and still sulking, let out a low, displeased chirp as if to warn you against complying. Optimus shot him a knowing glance, silently daring him to encourage any mischief.)

You shuffled in place, considering your options. On one servo, resisting might buy you some time, but Optimus had proven with Bee that he could be patient to a fault. On the other, cooperating might win you a reward—a treat or extra cuddles, maybe? Either way, Optimus was waiting, his optics bright with anticipation.