Bumblebee and Sam: Rainy Days
"Great that's just great," sighed Sam. He sank onto the cluttered bench in his garage, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he stared out across the rain-drenched yard. "The second I get my car back from the wash, the heavens decide to open. Who knows what kind of garbage is in the atmosphere? It's probably full of sand from that storm in the desert a few weeks ago I don't want you getting all dirty again right after I paid good money to have you cleaned up."
Sitting on the floor beside him, hunched over but still filling most of the garage nonetheless, Bumblebee gave a dry whining sound through his semi-functional vocal processors. In all honesty, he couldn't care less about the weather his friend's well-being and happiness took priority over all else. He watched Sam glower out at the downpour, studying the human's disheartened posture in concern.
Bumblebee was truly thankful that he had been allowed to stay with Sam in his new home, despite all of the da