Optimus hissed, optics narrowing dangerously as he clearly came to the worst of conclusions. He tensed, glaring, fists curling impotently in the cuffs.
Oh frag no, he did not sign up for this again.
So it was with absolutely no regret that he tilted his hips just so and unlatched his panel covers at last. His swollen spike pressurized instantly - and popped Megatron right in the optic lens.
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Re: c8
Date: 2012-11-27 09:02 am (UTC)Oh frag no, he did not sign up for this again.
So it was with absolutely no regret that he tilted his hips just so and unlatched his panel covers at last. His swollen spike pressurized instantly - and popped Megatron right in the optic lens.