Elita and Magnus shared a glance at that, frowns formind on their faceplates, and then gently guiding Optimus towards the berth room in the suite and handing him one of the other cubes after they were all sitting on the berth... even if he still had the other one in hand.
"All right. That's... how bad is it?" Magnus's frown was sliding into a deeper scowl, but he was too patient to launch into the really bad assumptions right off the bat, still. His tone was nonetheless clearly asking about how badly breached consent had been.
Elita was also frowning, and while she was displeased, she did hold a few facts in her processor; Optimus wasn't angry enough for Megatron to have rendered him unable to protest or really make him leave early on. Megatron's expression when he stalked past them told a few things. The fact that it was Megatron and not Optimus who'd told them to go up, as well...
"And what was the point? I can't see it being a... general type of 'trust'-building. He doesn't seem the type." No, if she'd read Megatron right, he seemed the type to home in on the really sensitive stuff and then attack that.
Which would probably be part of the issue here, but she wasn't sure what such a sensitive point would be.
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And Megatron, meanwhile, had hardly even had the patience to brush his fingers over his spark before he yanked his fingertips through the outer corona, brushing dangerously firmly against the deeper layers that vibrated against the metal.
His thumb was stretched up to dig into the rim of the port situated above his spark chamber, pressing down against the fluttering opening but not pushing in. Partly because the circumference was smaller than his pinky finger, and partly because it... didn't seem right.
Even shuddering around his own hands, twitching none-too-gently inside his very being, it didn't seem right to overstep that. Despite the alluring call of the twitching, flexing workings, that wasn't actually for him, and he couldn't... And that just made him angrier.
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"All right. That's... how bad is it?" Magnus's frown was sliding into a deeper scowl, but he was too patient to launch into the really bad assumptions right off the bat, still. His tone was nonetheless clearly asking about how badly breached consent had been.
Elita was also frowning, and while she was displeased, she did hold a few facts in her processor; Optimus wasn't angry enough for Megatron to have rendered him unable to protest or really make him leave early on. Megatron's expression when he stalked past them told a few things. The fact that it was Megatron and not Optimus who'd told them to go up, as well...
"And what was the point? I can't see it being a... general type of 'trust'-building. He doesn't seem the type." No, if she'd read Megatron right, he seemed the type to home in on the really sensitive stuff and then attack that.
Which would probably be part of the issue here, but she wasn't sure what such a sensitive point would be.
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And Megatron, meanwhile, had hardly even had the patience to brush his fingers over his spark before he yanked his fingertips through the outer corona, brushing dangerously firmly against the deeper layers that vibrated against the metal.
His thumb was stretched up to dig into the rim of the port situated above his spark chamber, pressing down against the fluttering opening but not pushing in. Partly because the circumference was smaller than his pinky finger, and partly because it... didn't seem right.
Even shuddering around his own hands, twitching none-too-gently inside his very being, it didn't seem right to overstep that. Despite the alluring call of the twitching, flexing workings, that wasn't actually for him, and he couldn't... And that just made him angrier.