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Bee played with the thin jeweled threads in his servos.
“What do you think?”
Optimus turned to face Bee, looking away from his speech notes.
“Of what my friend?”
“Of these” he stated as he held up the two different sparkling threads.
“Which one should I wear?”
His processor blanked out for a moment, the idea of his dearest scout being polished and jeweled, standing by him.
“May I hold them?”
Bee nodded and walked over. Handing the two of them to the Prime to look over.
Optimus looked at the two threads.
One was a beautiful polished copper-and-brass color, one that reminded him of the earth and a warm toned gold. It was beautiful in its subtlety.
The other, was a silvery thread with red beads and blue droplets that sparkled and reflected in the light. It was optic-catching.
“They’re beautiful.”
“I know, Knockout chose them, he picked a bunch out and sent them off to the major Autobots for the ceremonial celebration.” Bee stated with a nod “I know Jazz and Mirage got some”
The Prime let out a small hum of acknowledgment at Bee’s words.
“Either would be fine for the ceremony.”
“Again, I know that. I just don’t know which one to choose.”
“And…you want me to choose for you?”
He asked, raising the two threads in his servos.
“Yup,” Bee replied, popping the p at the end.
“Besides, it's probably best you choose instead of me.”
“After all, who better to make sure I look good than the bot I’ll be standing with.” He stated with a sly grin.
He let out a hum in response, flattered that his dear Bee had such faith he would look well in whatever he chose.
He weighed them in his hands before speaking.
“I believe you should go with…”