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"Mmh. I see why this is taking such a long time."
One digit moves to quickly scroll through what has not yet been organized.
"It is just this you must finish now?"
“Well alright then, here’s what I got so far with this.”
[ She then placed the Datapad on a table nearby, showing it to Megatron. ]
"Show me what you have so far."
He settles, the only time Megatron is doing a good deed.
He is a strange one.
"Mmh. I see why this is taking such a long time."
One digit moves to quickly scroll through what has not yet been organized.
"It is just this you must finish now?"
There is a bitter, nearly sarcastic laugh that falls from his lips.
"If I told anyone else what I am trying to do. I would be sent even further away than where I am now."
His gaze flickers forward.
"For once. This is not just for myself. But for the-+
that’s not something he exactly expected to hear .
❝ and you want - m y input ?
is there no one better you could ask ? ❞
digits tapped against his crossed arms impatiently , but also curiously .
"I want to talk to you about something."
He internally cringes at his own vague choice of words.
The silver mechs pace does not slow- it keeps whatever nauseating feelings he has at bay.
"I would....
appreciate, input on some things."
There is a bitter, nearly sarcastic laugh that falls from his lips.
"If I told anyone else what I am trying to do. I would be sent even further away than where I am now."
His gaze flickers forward.
"For once. This is not just for myself. But for the-+
Or so it seems.
"It will."
He turns to walk back into his little hideaway, pausing to glance over his shoulder.
"Enjoy that box."
[ Sharp rows of denta bared at the former leader. Talons gripping at the crate of supplies. ]
"Do not lecture me of what is and is not pointless."
He straightens his form, chin tilting up in indignation. Stepping back however to a respectable distance.
"I know that now more than ever."
Or so it seems.
"It will."
He turns to walk back into his little hideaway, pausing to glance over his shoulder.
"Enjoy that box."
It is so unlike him, to be without words, so he just spouts things.
"I am not as I was, per se."
"-I learned oppression and it's meaning. I am done, with that life. If that is how you know of me."
Optics-+
"Go on...."
He nearly shot at the larger mech when he snapped.
But he didn't.
Last time he shot Megatron it did NOTHING to the mech. So there was really no use for any of that.
"Lucky for you, I don't want to do anything ANYWAY."
He scowls at the other. Although he is partially amused. It stokes his ever inflamed ego.
Or what is left of it.
"I'm just here to...talk."
It is so unlike him, to be without words, so he just spouts things.
"I am not as I was, per se."
"-I learned oppression and it's meaning. I am done, with that life. If that is how you know of me."
Optics-+
"I want to talk to you about something."
He internally cringes at his own vague choice of words.
The silver mechs pace does not slow- it keeps whatever nauseating feelings he has at bay.
"I would....
appreciate, input on some things."
❝ is this all you wanted me for ?
a stupid stroll ? ❞
a small kick to the ground as he kept pace ,
the more silence there is the less interested the seeker will be in staying .
A gruff sound falls from him in acknowledgement as he pushes to walk past the other mech. Steps heavy as he silently makes his way in no certain direction.
He doesn't have the words, yet.
He's being dramatic maybe. But he could care less right now.
"I want to talk to you about something."
He internally cringes at his own vague choice of words.
The silver mechs pace does not slow- it keeps whatever nauseating feelings he has at bay.
"I would....
appreciate, input on some things."
"Do not lecture me of what is and is not pointless."
He straightens his form, chin tilting up in indignation. Stepping back however to a respectable distance.
"I know that now more than ever."
[ He snapped at the Decepticon with finials straight back. Though he wouldn't oppose the offering of supplies as he transformed into alt mode to jump on top of it. ]
Speaking as a rogue asset.
It is pointless.
He pauses, shifting his gaze like someone could be listening. When he confirms there is no one..
"I just.." this feels icky, "I wanted to... thank you. I know we have our differences."
He nearly shudders, expression pinched.
"Take a crate. As a... show of my thanks." He-+
"Do not lecture me of what is and is not pointless."
He straightens his form, chin tilting up in indignation. Stepping back however to a respectable distance.
"I know that now more than ever."
"Lucky for you, I don't want to do anything ANYWAY."
He scowls at the other. Although he is partially amused. It stokes his ever inflamed ego.
Or what is left of it.
"I'm just here to...talk."
"Stay back, I'm more powerful than I look."
Orion looks SO scared. Like he's looking death in the face.
But he stands his ground, something about this Megatron is different.
He stays where he is, rather unthreatening. His head just tilts forward to watch warily.
"I'm not here to fight, or..- whatever it is you think I am going to do."
"Lucky for you, I don't want to do anything ANYWAY."
He scowls at the other. Although he is partially amused. It stokes his ever inflamed ego.
Or what is left of it.
"I'm just here to...talk."
A gruff sound falls from him in acknowledgement as he pushes to walk past the other mech. Steps heavy as he silently makes his way in no certain direction.
He doesn't have the words, yet.
He's being dramatic maybe. But he could care less right now.
arms crossing over his cockpit .
❝ lead the way then . . . ❞
his gaze trailed off from the larger mech .
a fine day ruined .
He shifts his jaw, servos flexing before settling into loose fists at his sides. He hates this.
Asking.
He's Megatron! He shouldn't need help. Especially not from... Him.
"Walk with me." It is not so much a request as it is a demand.
A gruff sound falls from him in acknowledgement as he pushes to walk past the other mech. Steps heavy as he silently makes his way in no certain direction.
He doesn't have the words, yet.
He's being dramatic maybe. But he could care less right now.