No explanations at all, and he couldn't understand why Optimus was grinning as he was. Sure, it was perhaps interesting to know that someone else had a similar, out-of-place extraneous set of ports, but...
"Yes, yes, fantastic, Prime. How about you explain what they're for if you also have them?" Megatron said, voice dry and the snark underlying the words heavy indeed, before he twitched, the hand he was bracing himself with twitching as Optimus successfully found the covers for the ports.
Armoured or not, it was... right, and Megatron felt a deep-seated shiver go through him, spark flaring out to sort of reverse-connect with each port. Gritting his teeth, Megatron jerked when Optimus was suddenly leaning in, against and on top of him, the ridge on the front of the Prime's helm somehow balancing perfectly against the angled joint on his helm.
"... What are you doing?" Megatron hissed and while he could shake off the mech, probably even toss him clear off the berth by now, with no intention of injury and he would still be reclining on the berth...
But no.
If he wanted answers, he would have to wait, apparently.
Not that he had any fragging clue what the Prime was doing and he had the greatest urge to shout for Ratchet.
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Date: 2012-09-23 10:07 pm (UTC)"Yes, yes, fantastic, Prime. How about you explain what they're for if you also have them?" Megatron said, voice dry and the snark underlying the words heavy indeed, before he twitched, the hand he was bracing himself with twitching as Optimus successfully found the covers for the ports.
Armoured or not, it was... right, and Megatron felt a deep-seated shiver go through him, spark flaring out to sort of reverse-connect with each port. Gritting his teeth, Megatron jerked when Optimus was suddenly leaning in, against and on top of him, the ridge on the front of the Prime's helm somehow balancing perfectly against the angled joint on his helm.
"... What are you doing?" Megatron hissed and while he could shake off the mech, probably even toss him clear off the berth by now, with no intention of injury and he would still be reclining on the berth...
But no.
If he wanted answers, he would have to wait, apparently.
Not that he had any fragging clue what the Prime was doing and he had the greatest urge to shout for Ratchet.