Think you could do "[text] I didn’t mean to send those pictures!" with Ultra Magnus and Hot Rod?
Rodimus yawned at his desk, rubbing one optic before his he
got a ping on his computer. It wasn’t a surprise it was from Magnus, and a part
of him knew it was going to be him yelling at him for not finishing those
reports sooner. Though normally it would have been a video message, though this
one was a picture message.
clicked on it, and his optics went wide at a large and up close image of
Magnus’ spike. Not only was it standing high and proud, a large bead of
lubricant had been trailing down the side the moment he had taken the picture.