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Optimus and Bumblebee walked into the county station, greeting the 2 bots at the check-in and saying hello to the bot who sat on the couch in the waiting room.
As Optimus continued speaking with the check-in bots Bumblebee looked around the room.
It was quaint and well furnished, with three sofas for mechs to sit in and a table in the middle with a pretty red carpet under it.
What caught his optics was the mech still sitting down.
They had a sleek frame and wheels, likely a fast car mode. He had his optics closed, helm held high, and a small smile on his derma like he was waiting.
The position was familiar to Bumblebee.
He walked over to the mech and pressed his own derma down to the other's softly. The bot under him stiffened slightly.
It caught one of the check-in bot's optics as they let out a small giggle, which in turn caused the other bot and Optimus to see what had made them laugh.
Both wore shocked expressions while the former laughed.
“You’re from Velocitron huh?”
Bumblebee pulled back and answered.
“Yes?”
They nodded in response, amusement and understanding on their face.
“Same.”
They turned to their coworker and the Prime, who looked between the two of them, baffled.
“It’s a common thing there. A kiss for hello or goodbye, or even just for meeting new mechs depending on how social you are.”
The speaking mech turned their helm back to Bee.
“Although the sitting mech wasn't asking for a kiss, his optics just don't work. That's his normal position, he just faces whatever made the newest or closest noise.”
Bee flushed lightly at that.
“I'm so sorry-”
The blind mech waved his servo vaguely in Bee’s direction in a calming manner as he cut him off.
“It's fine, I'm flattered and familiar with the concept anyway thanks to them.”
Another gesture vaguely directed at where he heard the mech behind the counter.
“Yup, I did it too when I first met him.”
They snort.
“Nice to see it happen to someone else actually.”
Bee nodded, still flustered, while the desk co-worker and the Prime stared at them as if they were questioning everything they knew about them.
Questions clearly burning on their glossa that they refrained from asking as they still had some work to do.
The Prime & the latter Desk-Worker wrapped up their work soon after, as conversation flowed more easily between the two Velociton bots and the blind mech after the silly cultural confusion.