He's got dishpan hands.
Well, there's a bit of soap scum on them that smells like dish soap. Galvatron doesn't really seem to notice though. He's sitting back on one of the biggest couches, one arm around the waist of the slender black femme at his side while the other hand absently holds one of hers. He's got a thoughtful expression on his faceplates as he stares into space for a moment, but then his optics flicker at a small sound from the femme and he turns and gives her a quizzical look before nuzzling the side of her helmet and turning back to the Nexus in general.
"I have a question that I think might be interesting to discuss. 'Are you the same person you used to be?'"
His couch is no where near any water sources. It's just sitting on the pavement/ground by the sign, in the square faced by building backs.
"I have a question that I think might be interesting to discuss. 'Are you the same person you used to be?'"
His couch is no where near any water sources. It's just sitting on the pavement/ground by the sign, in the square faced by building backs.