"I'd say the only thing that 'needs' to be done is changing the rules," Megatron growled and then just sort of... momentarily stutters to a stop. That is a threat. Sure, not a threat from Optimus, but it is a threat, and his engine starts up again, rumbling deeply as his optics narrow, and even the slap on his shoulder can't disrupt his mood.
Though he does follow, tossing a glare at the mirror the Prime had been standing at, looking himself over. Yes, he looks more or less precisely as he did while in the arenas. The only difference is the nearly lurid energon-colour of the glyphs decorating his frame which, at the moment and with both shine and gloss, is pure alabalster.
It annoys him, because while it obviously looks impressive, it looks too pristine. Too vulnerable, when coupled with the situation.
"I'd be impressed if anyone could get out anything out of an interface lasting two kliks. Completion isn't everything." Ignoring the threat and his own bubbling offense at it, Megatron sneered as he spoke, just as the doors slid apart to let them out.
Like the Prime had said. Let them assume and gossip, since someone had undoubtedly heard what he'd said.
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Though he does follow, tossing a glare at the mirror the Prime had been standing at, looking himself over. Yes, he looks more or less precisely as he did while in the arenas. The only difference is the nearly lurid energon-colour of the glyphs decorating his frame which, at the moment and with both shine and gloss, is pure alabalster.
It annoys him, because while it obviously looks impressive, it looks too pristine. Too vulnerable, when coupled with the situation.
"I'd be impressed if anyone could get out anything out of an interface lasting two kliks. Completion isn't everything." Ignoring the threat and his own bubbling offense at it, Megatron sneered as he spoke, just as the doors slid apart to let them out.
Like the Prime had said. Let them assume and gossip, since someone had undoubtedly heard what he'd said.