Almost immediately, Orion had to temper down his own field's response, wavelengths going jagged with nerves and irritation against the sudden, aggressive flare of Megatron's.
It was the same sort of aggressive flare from larger, unscrupulous mechs that he had countered in the past with bursts of his own, even back when he was keeping his field suppressed the majority of the time. The reminder of old confrontations didn't do anything to help make the situation any more palatable.
He made a face at the commands, nasal ridge scrunching with distaste. He knew intellectually that the minute details in them were suppose to give him the 'feel' of being on this 'end' of things, but the micromanaging feel only made him want to balk in irritation. But he used those five seconds to huff out a grumbly vent and regain his calm and control. He was going to try this. He'd agreed, after all. Maybe it got better once you got used to it?
...Oh. Right. Five seconds, and Megatron actually seemed to want an answer.
"...Right. Yes."
He stood up, hands going behind his back as he reached for his left wrist with his right hand, optics onlining and falling into the table. He didn't even try looking at Megatron - not truly because of the commands, but because he wasn't sure he could keep his expression neutral if he looked him in the face.
Even if he was morbidly curious about what Megatron looked like right then.
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Date: 2014-03-20 11:58 pm (UTC)It was the same sort of aggressive flare from larger, unscrupulous mechs that he had countered in the past with bursts of his own, even back when he was keeping his field suppressed the majority of the time. The reminder of old confrontations didn't do anything to help make the situation any more palatable.
He made a face at the commands, nasal ridge scrunching with distaste. He knew intellectually that the minute details in them were suppose to give him the 'feel' of being on this 'end' of things, but the micromanaging feel only made him want to balk in irritation. But he used those five seconds to huff out a grumbly vent and regain his calm and control. He was going to try this. He'd agreed, after all. Maybe it got better once you got used to it?
...Oh. Right. Five seconds, and Megatron actually seemed to want an answer.
"...Right. Yes."
He stood up, hands going behind his back as he reached for his left wrist with his right hand, optics onlining and falling into the table. He didn't even try looking at Megatron - not truly because of the commands, but because he wasn't sure he could keep his expression neutral if he looked him in the face.
Even if he was morbidly curious about what Megatron looked like right then.