Caro Transmutata Metallo 37
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Blood Brothers
Glyph sat cross-legged in a corner of the science center recreation room perched atop something Tap Out had called a bean bag. Although the odd article of furniture had come from Earth as a gift to Ratchet from his sparkling Swift, it did not in fact contain any beans – Terran seeds belonging to the legume family – but was rather filled with carved wooden spheres. Glyph wondered if there had been an error in translation or if the guard had simply applied some idiom he had picked up during his travels. She shifted and enjoyed the odd sound and sensation of the beads rubbing against each other. The cushion was easily large enough to accommodate the old medic himself and was decadently luxurious to the little mini-bot. The rest of her colleagues cast tolerant and amused glances at the femme every time she changed positions, triggering the noisy rattle of the bag’s interior.
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