Vibes had been playfully alternating between pulling her fingers away and enjoying the attention of the Prime's larger hand when Megatron's outburst rang through the hall and she froze, glancing at the mech out of the corner of her visual field.
Engine rumbling, Megatron gave Optimus a narrow stare from where he'd partly turned around (having the treads up on his shoulders put them out of the way, but did nothing for visibility) that made it clear he somehow seemed to know of Optimus' urge.
Maybe he was just good at reading details in body-language, though.
"I didn't touch him, if you were worried about that. Otherwise, no." Megatron turned away from the group again. "Unless I need an escort to merely look around." It was clear that even if he did, Megatron wasn't about to stop and wait for anyone to offer, and stalked off.
His movement slow and deliberate, his frame was clearly coiled with tension for any sort of controntation... which probably would not materialize as he followed the line of windows, barely casting a glance out for the view until he came to the doors for the balcony, and sharply veered outside.
The doors closed, but due to the angle of where the couch was in relation to the balcony, the former gladiator's frame, bleached nearly blinding white in the light compared to his more ivory tone under artificial lighting, was still visible.
"... It should be forbidden for someone who's done such things as he has, to move in that way..." Elita's voice was hushed, with a slight edge, though she was more annoyed at herself than the now-oblivious mech outside.
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Engine rumbling, Megatron gave Optimus a narrow stare from where he'd partly turned around (having the treads up on his shoulders put them out of the way, but did nothing for visibility) that made it clear he somehow seemed to know of Optimus' urge.
Maybe he was just good at reading details in body-language, though.
"I didn't touch him, if you were worried about that. Otherwise, no." Megatron turned away from the group again. "Unless I need an escort to merely look around." It was clear that even if he did, Megatron wasn't about to stop and wait for anyone to offer, and stalked off.
His movement slow and deliberate, his frame was clearly coiled with tension for any sort of controntation... which probably would not materialize as he followed the line of windows, barely casting a glance out for the view until he came to the doors for the balcony, and sharply veered outside.
The doors closed, but due to the angle of where the couch was in relation to the balcony, the former gladiator's frame, bleached nearly blinding white in the light compared to his more ivory tone under artificial lighting, was still visible.
"... It should be forbidden for someone who's done such things as he has, to move in that way..." Elita's voice was hushed, with a slight edge, though she was more annoyed at herself than the now-oblivious mech outside.