Glancing over Megatron's frame - and noting the helm - he nodded.
"Right. Legs first, I think. Then the helm. I remember that one."
Remembered it, but didn't understand - or notice - the implications of the glyph. It probably didn't help that it was usually scratched or otherwise damaged from the matches, but that sort of taunt escaped even Orion's skills.
Stepping back, Orion tapped the berth, gesturing at Megatron's legs danging off the side.
"Here." He grabbed blindly behind himself and pulled himself up a chair, setting down beside the berth- before reaching for a thickly-armored ankle and pulling the entire thing up into his lap to get at the target painting area.
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"Right. Legs first, I think. Then the helm. I remember that one."
Remembered it, but didn't understand - or notice - the implications of the glyph. It probably didn't help that it was usually scratched or otherwise damaged from the matches, but that sort of taunt escaped even Orion's skills.
Stepping back, Orion tapped the berth, gesturing at Megatron's legs danging off the side.
"Here." He grabbed blindly behind himself and pulled himself up a chair, setting down beside the berth- before reaching for a thickly-armored ankle and pulling the entire thing up into his lap to get at the target painting area.