He'd been about to protest Optimus' continued existence slumped above him when the Prime finally sat back up again. Not that he couldn't take the weight, but he wasn't some berth. The berth was beneath him, after all.
"And it'll escalate further unless you move. I don't care what sort of off-the-wall urges are going on, this isn't going further until I have more information." Megatron tapped Optimus over the front of his chestplates, which, ironically, meant above the Matrix. Though he hadn't actually meant the Matrix here, but either way.
"Though, I have to admit... this is an interesting set-up. How many cogs will be turned askew this time?" Considering the uproar when Optimus, an Escort, had been made Prime... Megatron frowned at Optimus, giving another tap to his chestplates.
"I assume communing with the Matrix didn't actually impair you?" Megatron asked dryly, but behind it was some vague and real concern, which he was more annoyed that it was there already.
The mech was obviously acceptable, a better Prime they'd had for the last few, but he didn't like having random feelings put before any reason to develop them, at least to his conscious mind.
The assumptions grated, even if he could easily put together the clues and details he already have and come up with "I can work with him".
More than, really.
The mech didn't look half-bad, Megatron noted to himself, casting a glance up and down Optimus where he sat. Not that he hadn't known that before, but noting it and acknowledging it were two different things.
Especially when it could (would) have impact on him personally.
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"And it'll escalate further unless you move. I don't care what sort of off-the-wall urges are going on, this isn't going further until I have more information." Megatron tapped Optimus over the front of his chestplates, which, ironically, meant above the Matrix. Though he hadn't actually meant the Matrix here, but either way.
"Though, I have to admit... this is an interesting set-up. How many cogs will be turned askew this time?" Considering the uproar when Optimus, an Escort, had been made Prime... Megatron frowned at Optimus, giving another tap to his chestplates.
"I assume communing with the Matrix didn't actually impair you?" Megatron asked dryly, but behind it was some vague and real concern, which he was more annoyed that it was there already.
The mech was obviously acceptable, a better Prime they'd had for the last few, but he didn't like having random feelings put before any reason to develop them, at least to his conscious mind.
The assumptions grated, even if he could easily put together the clues and details he already have and come up with "I can work with him".
More than, really.
The mech didn't look half-bad, Megatron noted to himself, casting a glance up and down Optimus where he sat. Not that he hadn't known that before, but noting it and acknowledging it were two different things.
Especially when it could (would) have impact on him personally.