~♫ || Open RP
Bumblebee who had been called out yet again to do more photos as a replacement, wasn’t having the greatest day which could easily be seen. He was grumpy and had a rather short temper when being told he would be spending an extra hour taking photos.
He now had two teen sparklings at home, along with a new born. The past months had been frustrating if not annoying for him. He had been having a lack of sleep as well due to his high levels of stress causing nightmares. The idea of not fighting was slowly getting to him. The thought that the war was over and his daily events had changed. What he could really go for was a fight; something that gave him a challenge.
After exiting the building a group of paparazzi became to swarm like flies making his anger only raising to an unexpected level for the scout trying to make his way to the camaro which had become to rev angrily.
Walking the streets aimlessly, the Con, disguised by his Autobot side’s body, kicked at a can on the side of the road. He looks up when he hears excited screams and shouts. He stops and looks at the crowd. Was that Bumblebee? He smirks. More like opportunity knocking. He waves from across the street, putting on his most convincing smile.
