"Oh, please." There was no pleading in the tone or those words, however, merely a thick sneer, Megatron jsut as perfectly confident as his Prime that if the circimstances were different... "If you hadn't caught me when you did, I'd most certainly... be... bored." Trailing off slowly, fighting hard not to let incredulity into his voice at Optimus pausing, Megatron gritted his teeth.
What was the mech even after? What was the slagging point of this, because he certainly didn't need sensors straining outwards, picking up heat and the barest amount of proximity-pressure from the hand hovering over his aft, as static electricity snapped between the surface of his armour and Optimus' hand, and he wouldn't let his Prime have the satisfaction of whatever the point was, no matter how long he waited, the feedback curling low heat along his circuits---
Optimus' hand hit in a way that sent a lightning crack of raw, overwhelmed feedback through his systems, the pause enough to have made tightly-keyed sensors that much more attuned in preparation for... anything.
Megatron's vocals didn't glitch out on empty again, but rather let loose a brief breath of static white noise, but really, that wasn't the most humiliating thing that happened from the expected-unexpected strike.
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Date: 2013-01-08 12:23 pm (UTC)What was the mech even after? What was the slagging point of this, because he certainly didn't need sensors straining outwards, picking up heat and the barest amount of proximity-pressure from the hand hovering over his aft, as static electricity snapped between the surface of his armour and Optimus' hand, and he wouldn't let his Prime have the satisfaction of whatever the point was, no matter how long he waited, the feedback curling low heat along his circuits---
Optimus' hand hit in a way that sent a lightning crack of raw, overwhelmed feedback through his systems, the pause enough to have made tightly-keyed sensors that much more attuned in preparation for... anything.
Megatron's vocals didn't glitch out on empty again, but rather let loose a brief breath of static white noise, but really, that wasn't the most humiliating thing that happened from the expected-unexpected strike.
No, that was the interface panel sliding open.