Orion really had no idea what the rude mech wanted; he couldn't focus on Megatron, irritation rising as the stranger...tried to sell him something?
He sounded like some sort of classist, frame-typist aft of a used oil salesman- who had his hand on his aft.
"Excuse you," Orion snapped, optics going wide with shock. He immediately jerked out of hand-range as his field flared, heavy and waspish with indignation.
"I don't know what the pit you're offering, but I want no part in it!"
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Date: 2013-06-23 08:56 am (UTC)He sounded like some sort of classist, frame-typist aft of a used oil salesman- who had his hand on his aft.
"Excuse you," Orion snapped, optics going wide with shock. He immediately jerked out of hand-range as his field flared, heavy and waspish with indignation.
"I don't know what the pit you're offering, but I want no part in it!"