Megatron wasn't impossible; he could accept that he could be wrong, and then merely attempt to turn an adverse situation into an advantage as best as possible. But he wasn't even-tempered enough to accept being wrong when he was already angry and having his failure basically heaped on top of him.
There was an inarticulate snarl and Megatron shifted - that, in conjunction with his slight lean backwards which had destabilised his centre mass as well as really not having a lot of space to stand on with the half-recline couch behind him, was probably what allowed Optimus' shove to tip him backwards.
Optics widening, possibly somewhat comically, Megatron fell back with nothing more than the whomp of meeting the well-padded... and well-constructed... couch itself. Not even a creak as he got a hand underneath himself to sit up partly.
The Prime was in the way.
"I don't need a minder!" Snarl twisting his face briefly, his free hand tensed into a fist and he'd either punch - or kick, that'd be easier currently - Optimus or... Or slam him into the ground and kiss him, demanding he make him not keep secrets.
Which was an utterly infuriating revelation, as well as surprising, despite the Highlord and Prime... business. But he did not trust Optimus. Not yet. He did trust Soundwave, but Soundwave didn't speak up against him, and even when he did, probably not enough.
"Get out of my way."
He needed to leave before he made a decision he would (not) regret.
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Date: 2012-10-02 04:42 pm (UTC)There was an inarticulate snarl and Megatron shifted - that, in conjunction with his slight lean backwards which had destabilised his centre mass as well as really not having a lot of space to stand on with the half-recline couch behind him, was probably what allowed Optimus' shove to tip him backwards.
Optics widening, possibly somewhat comically, Megatron fell back with nothing more than the whomp of meeting the well-padded... and well-constructed... couch itself. Not even a creak as he got a hand underneath himself to sit up partly.
The Prime was in the way.
"I don't need a minder!" Snarl twisting his face briefly, his free hand tensed into a fist and he'd either punch - or kick, that'd be easier currently - Optimus or... Or slam him into the ground and kiss him, demanding he make him not keep secrets.
Which was an utterly infuriating revelation, as well as surprising, despite the Highlord and Prime... business. But he did not trust Optimus. Not yet. He did trust Soundwave, but Soundwave didn't speak up against him, and even when he did, probably not enough.
"Get out of my way."
He needed to leave before he made a decision he would (not) regret.