"Do you-" he started, hopeful, before making a face and leaning back on his heels, shaking his helm.
"I'm not interested in hitting you, glitch." Yet. "I don't want to start a fight. I don't have time for a fight. I'm more interested in this person you 'might' have. How can they help?"
He huffed out a growl, armor shifting restlessly across his back in his lingering agitation. He had too many things left to do to deal with being poked at, even by his recently discovered Highlord. He'd only returned to their rooms to briefly rest, refuel, and get away from the pestering councilmechs for a little while.
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Date: 2012-11-01 05:07 am (UTC)"I'm not interested in hitting you, glitch." Yet. "I don't want to start a fight. I don't have time for a fight. I'm more interested in this person you 'might' have. How can they help?"
He huffed out a growl, armor shifting restlessly across his back in his lingering agitation. He had too many things left to do to deal with being poked at, even by his recently discovered Highlord. He'd only returned to their rooms to briefly rest, refuel, and get away from the pestering councilmechs for a little while.
"Can they be trusted?"