"Fiction," he said emphatically, before shivering and relaxing a tiny fraction from that automatic defense. It was his least favorite librarian politics fracture point, but he realized he was holding up both Megatron and the elevator. He stepped inside, armor twitching as he attempted to mute his own defensive flaring.
By the looks of his shoulder panels, Orion wasn't having much luck with that.
"...Or the drama section, maybe. I swear, that mech was overcharged when he wrote that one," he muttered darkly.
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Date: 2013-10-11 09:00 am (UTC)By the looks of his shoulder panels, Orion wasn't having much luck with that.
"...Or the drama section, maybe. I swear, that mech was overcharged when he wrote that one," he muttered darkly.