Surprise couldn't being to articulate the nearly dumbstruck "oh, of course" that slid through his processor as that... ahem, interfacing cabling slid out on its own.
Technically, cables like that weren't unusual. That the Prime was clearly controlling them and making move on their own? Was.
"... you--" Megatron wasn't in the least bit ashamed over the sputter that slid out; annoyed at himself, perhaps, but not ashamed. Optics wide and bright, pale enough the red had gone into pink, he shook his helm slowly, in a motion similar to a stunned turbofox.
Then he actually began to properly process what he was seeing, and what his frame was doing. Warily watching those... tentacles, Megatron was struck by the faint similarity to that moment in the mines---
Oh.
What earlier merely had been a flicker of anticipating, priming charge through his frame suddenly coalesced and concentrated at thirteen points and it was a struggle to not just let each cover slide back.
Wasn't anything he could do about the rev - more like a veritable roar - of his engine, however. He was used to desire, yes, but this?
"I'm not... convinced I should let you."
If Optimus hadn't basically been sitting on him and holding him down, Megatron would have attempted to leave.
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Date: 2012-10-03 11:44 am (UTC)Surprise couldn't being to articulate the nearly dumbstruck "oh, of course" that slid through his processor as that... ahem, interfacing cabling slid out on its own.
Technically, cables like that weren't unusual. That the Prime was clearly controlling them and making move on their own? Was.
"... you--" Megatron wasn't in the least bit ashamed over the sputter that slid out; annoyed at himself, perhaps, but not ashamed. Optics wide and bright, pale enough the red had gone into pink, he shook his helm slowly, in a motion similar to a stunned turbofox.
Then he actually began to properly process what he was seeing, and what his frame was doing. Warily watching those... tentacles, Megatron was struck by the faint similarity to that moment in the mines---
Oh.
What earlier merely had been a flicker of anticipating, priming charge through his frame suddenly coalesced and concentrated at thirteen points and it was a struggle to not just let each cover slide back.
Wasn't anything he could do about the rev - more like a veritable roar - of his engine, however. He was used to desire, yes, but this?
"I'm not... convinced I should let you."
If Optimus hadn't basically been sitting on him and holding him down, Megatron would have attempted to leave.