::... Yes, I'm fine.:: There was a momentary hesitation right before he replied, which was annoying; normally need have been able to state with no hesitation that he was all right, but at this moment... well, Orion was worth a truthful reply, wasn't he?
Which well, Yes, but Megatron wasn't going to give it to him. Not precisely anyway, because he was hardly in danger or injured.
"For the last time, get out." Despite the way it was worded, it wasn't really a demand. Megatron, Orion would find, was down on the floor, kneeling while a large black and red mech with a curiously asymmetrical helm stood over him, one hand around the smaller of the two shoulder cannons.
"I have... prior engagements, and I hardly need your assistance---" Annoyance was thick in Megatron's voice, even as the pitch itself was soft, and he broke off when the mech squeezed the barrel.
"Don't lie to me. You haven't taken care of yourself so clearly you do." The warning rumble was surprisingly deep, even for a mech of his size, and while Megatron's optics narrowed, he stayed where he was, hands neatly folded on top of his knees.
"That is my decision, Maul." He might have said more, Maul's name little more than a grunt, but his chin was yanked up, and that, instead of fanning his building ire seemed to bank it, and the glow from his optics went soft.
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Date: 2013-08-15 09:24 pm (UTC)Which well, Yes, but Megatron wasn't going to give it to him. Not precisely anyway, because he was hardly in danger or injured.
"For the last time, get out." Despite the way it was worded, it wasn't really a demand. Megatron, Orion would find, was down on the floor, kneeling while a large black and red mech with a curiously asymmetrical helm stood over him, one hand around the smaller of the two shoulder cannons.
"I have... prior engagements, and I hardly need your assistance---" Annoyance was thick in Megatron's voice, even as the pitch itself was soft, and he broke off when the mech squeezed the barrel.
"Don't lie to me. You haven't taken care of yourself so clearly you do." The warning rumble was surprisingly deep, even for a mech of his size, and while Megatron's optics narrowed, he stayed where he was, hands neatly folded on top of his knees.
"That is my decision, Maul." He might have said more, Maul's name little more than a grunt, but his chin was yanked up, and that, instead of fanning his building ire seemed to bank it, and the glow from his optics went soft.