Oh, come now Ambulon. Smiling for this is perfectly acceptable!
Not sure if Ambulon did have paint or not, Elita had gone looking - a bit of a gift to mark the event a little more, perhaps, and more paint was better than less. She'd made sure it was some sort of cybertronian paint and not from Earth or elsewhere, since she had no idea how well those would work.
They'd stick, yes, but hardly for long. She was, honestly, unsure if the paint the mechs from Ambulon's reality used were different from normal paint, since paint wasn't something they used in hers... for anything else than temporary disguises, that was.
If Elita was someone else, she'd probably have knocked or called out as she came in, but sometimes, especially for a more "public" place like this, her function struck and she was quiet as she stuck her helm past the doorway as the door slid aside, and then smiled as she spotted Ambulon.
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Not sure if Ambulon did have paint or not, Elita had gone looking - a bit of a gift to mark the event a little more, perhaps, and more paint was better than less. She'd made sure it was some sort of cybertronian paint and not from Earth or elsewhere, since she had no idea how well those would work.
They'd stick, yes, but hardly for long. She was, honestly, unsure if the paint the mechs from Ambulon's reality used were different from normal paint, since paint wasn't something they used in hers... for anything else than temporary disguises, that was.
If Elita was someone else, she'd probably have knocked or called out as she came in, but sometimes, especially for a more "public" place like this, her function struck and she was quiet as she stuck her helm past the doorway as the door slid aside, and then smiled as she spotted Ambulon.
"There you are. I see Barricade's not here yet."