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Beast Wars: Tarantulas, downtime?

Tarantulas had always been the type to have a dozen projects going at once. Chemistry, organic biology, astrogeology, machine-building and blueprinting - never the same thing for long, and when he finished one project, it was because he was using it to procrastinate on several others.

His multitasking didn't slow down despite the regrettable lack of materials or a decent command element to support his projects on prehistoric Earth. Tarantulas grumbled about it, but he found ways to persevere, in between the pedestrian projects he was forced to complete for Megatron. His little light-spiders. Perfecting the stasis web technology. Plotting the seizure and modification of a stasis pod to aid in his escape.

And a cunning trap, ready to drain the vital energies of a certain kitten.

All in his free time, of course.

Optimus Primal/Rhinox, fruit salad!

Optimus complained he was getting tired of bananas. "And you know how much I like bananas," he told Rhinox sheepishly. "And I do appreciate you seeking them out for me. Just... maybe, the next time you go plant-cataloguing... perhaps not quite so many?"

Rhinox understood. Perhaps he'd been overzealous, in his way. Too little variety dulled the senses, after all. So the next time he went out for a wander, he left the bananas alone. (The local ape species were delighted.)

Which is not to say he returned to the Ark empty-handed. When Optimus returned from his patrol, he found Rhinox putting the finishing touches on a dizzying display of fruit: tempting mangos, tart pineapple, bright cherries and plums, fragrant oranges, and a funny, fuzzy fruit Rhinox insisted was called a kiwi. Their juice pooled in their platter, irresistibly sweet, and Optimus felt his gyroscopes briefly lose function.

"And not a banana in sight," Rhinox said with a smile, plucking up a piece of mango and holding it out for him. Optimus closed his mouth around it, and around Rhinox's fingertips, with an appreciative hum.