Without trying, his aft. It wasn't hard to muster up a narrow glare, optics at a sullen, dark glow even as he shifted to wrap his suddenly-free again legs around Optimus' lower legs. If Optimus wanted them anywhere else, he'd have to do something about that.
"Well, there you have it then---" Even just the connection being closed, each jack immediately grabbed by the caliphers of the ports, was enough to make Megatron briefly go rigid. Energy and sensory exchange cables were, obviously, sensitive to a point, but these?
It wasn't one or the other, it was both at the same time, in addition to their systems linking up on a more... integral level than synching usually could manage. When the surge of tightly intertwined feedback that had automatically flooded over was sent back, Megatron's helm snapped backwards, optics flaring as it rushed underneath the already present and building charge.
Like this, he wasn't going to... He grit his teeth, mostly unconsciously, and tried to concentrate on the burning flow of raw sensation that made diagnostics and sensory interpretation nodes rush to keep up, and failing to do so. And concentrating on it only had him twisting in its grip, but he did manage to shunt at least some back to his Prime. Of course, Optimus being less... busy, than he was, it'd probably be back before it'd fully dispersed, and stronger...
Unbidden, but not unwanted, the chestplates protecting his spark chamber slid open, revealing the still-closed chamber itself, plus the last three ports.
/overuses this icon wheeee
"Well, there you have it then---" Even just the connection being closed, each jack immediately grabbed by the caliphers of the ports, was enough to make Megatron briefly go rigid. Energy and sensory exchange cables were, obviously, sensitive to a point, but these?
It wasn't one or the other, it was both at the same time, in addition to their systems linking up on a more... integral level than synching usually could manage. When the surge of tightly intertwined feedback that had automatically flooded over was sent back, Megatron's helm snapped backwards, optics flaring as it rushed underneath the already present and building charge.
Like this, he wasn't going to... He grit his teeth, mostly unconsciously, and tried to concentrate on the burning flow of raw sensation that made diagnostics and sensory interpretation nodes rush to keep up, and failing to do so. And concentrating on it only had him twisting in its grip, but he did manage to shunt at least some back to his Prime. Of course, Optimus being less... busy, than he was, it'd probably be back before it'd fully dispersed, and stronger...
Unbidden, but not unwanted, the chestplates protecting his spark chamber slid open, revealing the still-closed chamber itself, plus the last three ports.