He'd stopped before he'd realised it, but at the same time he was growling in response to the Prime's growl, annoyed at the clear denial to leave---
Except, like he'd already acknowledged before, he could only walk a certain distance from the Prime out of the floors of the tower without the programming yanking at him, so why...
"I can walk, I'm well enough to get somewhere more comfortable." This was said at the same time as Optimus declared they'd go back to the tower, and the moment that stare fell on him, the thirtheen odd ports he had scattered over his frame pulsed with charge again, and there was the faintest, oddest feeling of tiny caliphers and connectors shifting within in the ports, emptily.
Mine---
"What?" Narrowing his optics in the hope to settle his misbehaving processor and frame both - never had those ports, which no medic had given any satisfactorily answer for why they were there when he asked, acted up in this way before.
In fact, they'd been just another part of him until... Until he ended up here.
Megatron wasn't sure whether that was annoying, or curious. His Prime was rather slow, though---
Stopping, dumbfounded at that thought, Megatron scowled at both the strange (fitting) epithet, as well as the fact that he'd led the way. Not that that wasn't his right (though who would protect the Prime's back, then?), but what he didn't like was the definitely unfamiliar swing to his step.
He'd never used that type of gait, even when showing off in the arena.
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Date: 2012-09-21 10:25 pm (UTC)Except, like he'd already acknowledged before, he could only walk a certain distance from the Prime out of the floors of the tower without the programming yanking at him, so why...
"I can walk, I'm well enough to get somewhere more comfortable." This was said at the same time as Optimus declared they'd go back to the tower, and the moment that stare fell on him, the thirtheen odd ports he had scattered over his frame pulsed with charge again, and there was the faintest, oddest feeling of tiny caliphers and connectors shifting within in the ports, emptily.
Mine---
"What?" Narrowing his optics in the hope to settle his misbehaving processor and frame both - never had those ports, which no medic had given any satisfactorily answer for why they were there when he asked, acted up in this way before.
In fact, they'd been just another part of him until... Until he ended up here.
Megatron wasn't sure whether that was annoying, or curious. His Prime was rather slow, though---
Stopping, dumbfounded at that thought, Megatron scowled at both the strange (fitting) epithet, as well as the fact that he'd led the way. Not that that wasn't his right (though who would protect the Prime's back, then?), but what he didn't like was the definitely unfamiliar swing to his step.
He'd never used that type of gait, even when showing off in the arena.