4. It’d been a bad day, and he knew it was only going to get worse. As soon as he was able, he slipped away and hid in a dark corner of the monastery, curling into a ball and offlining his optics. The sensation of arms wrapped around him, and a shadowy whisper murmured comfort in his ear. He knew if he turned on his optics, there would be no one there, but that didn’t matter to him. Primus didn’t need to be seen to comfort his children./b>
You'll be pleased to note that after I read this, I immediately made a new file in openCanvas and that the background with rough outlines of the mech and Primus are finished already. The only reason it stopped hijacking my brain is because I have no clue who the mech is and a lack of knowing what Primus looks like.
*kicks bunny* You are one step away from being evil for creating this thing.
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You'll be pleased to note that after I read this, I immediately made a new file in openCanvas and that the background with rough outlines of the mech and Primus are finished already. The only reason it stopped hijacking my brain is because I have no clue who the mech is and a lack of knowing what Primus looks like.
*kicks bunny* You are one step away from being evil for creating this thing.