Taking a slow, deep vent and keeping it in, Megatron huffed. All these questions and no answers. If this went on for much longer, there better be answers and soon!
Opening his mouth and engaging his vocaliser to answer the question, Megatron snapped both closed the second after. Not before a surprised grunt escaped him when Optimus began to poke around, however.
Staring, dumbfounded, it took a moment for him to collect himself before he lashed out with one hand, catching one of those errant roaming hands of his Prime. His frame already buzzing with building charge in a few particular spots - not that Optimus had actually hit many of his actual extraneous port locations, but it seemed some part simply anticipated the touches.
"Optimus!" He didn't even notice using the mech's name instead of the title, and merely with exasperation. What Megatron did notice, however, was the Prime's optics having gone white, but he couldn't know the meaning.
"Stop poking me! You only hit three of them, and those were the ones underneath my chestplates, which you already know are there." Tilting helm and gaze down to beseech the (possible, Megatron wasn't much of a believer) power below, he shook his helm and would have trapped Optimus other hand as well if he could.
But he didn't feel like being forced to lay down flat on his back.
"Two each on each forearm, two each on each thigh, two in my lower back, and three above the sparkchamber. Thirteen in all." He paused, frown deepening. "I want explanations. Now."
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Date: 2012-09-23 02:01 pm (UTC)Opening his mouth and engaging his vocaliser to answer the question, Megatron snapped both closed the second after. Not before a surprised grunt escaped him when Optimus began to poke around, however.
Staring, dumbfounded, it took a moment for him to collect himself before he lashed out with one hand, catching one of those errant roaming hands of his Prime. His frame already buzzing with building charge in a few particular spots - not that Optimus had actually hit many of his actual extraneous port locations, but it seemed some part simply anticipated the touches.
"Optimus!" He didn't even notice using the mech's name instead of the title, and merely with exasperation. What Megatron did notice, however, was the Prime's optics having gone white, but he couldn't know the meaning.
"Stop poking me! You only hit three of them, and those were the ones underneath my chestplates, which you already know are there." Tilting helm and gaze down to beseech the (possible, Megatron wasn't much of a believer) power below, he shook his helm and would have trapped Optimus other hand as well if he could.
But he didn't feel like being forced to lay down flat on his back.
"Two each on each forearm, two each on each thigh, two in my lower back, and three above the sparkchamber. Thirteen in all." He paused, frown deepening. "I want explanations. Now."