And what was Orion planning now, hm? Megatron quirked an upper optic ridge at the first order, but stood up before Orion had finished speaking. Optics onlining in a little burst, they brightened and then dimmed at the pulse in Orion's field.
It was impossible not to pick up on it, and the possibilities that might herald tingled along his circuits in both curiosity and the same sort of anticipation the field's pulse probably was cause by, even if Megatron had no idea what Orion might be thinking on.
Cocking his helm, since it was a curious request as they'd refuelled recently, Megatron dipped it into a slight nod.
"As you wish." Despite that - and well, the questioning little pause right before that too (Orion was allowing him too much freedom with no threatening reprimands, but as long as he didn't let it become a bad habit...) - he didn't properly walk across the room, rather stalked.
It allowed him sinuous grace without moving like his profession was fighting in the berth instead of in an arena, and he picked up two cubes and filled them with easy familiarity. He hesitated at the dispenser then, momentarily caught on the fact that Orion had said nothing after that, but snorted sub-sonically at himself and crossed the room again to stand before Orion, holding the cubes, one in each hand, not offering them.
Orion had only told him to go get them, so it wasn't for him to offer one, just wait, field twisting in lazily looping anticipation around him, what he might want next.
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Date: 2014-04-27 09:55 pm (UTC)It was impossible not to pick up on it, and the possibilities that might herald tingled along his circuits in both curiosity and the same sort of anticipation the field's pulse probably was cause by, even if Megatron had no idea what Orion might be thinking on.
Cocking his helm, since it was a curious request as they'd refuelled recently, Megatron dipped it into a slight nod.
"As you wish." Despite that - and well, the questioning little pause right before that too (Orion was allowing him too much freedom with no threatening reprimands, but as long as he didn't let it become a bad habit...) - he didn't properly walk across the room, rather stalked.
It allowed him sinuous grace without moving like his profession was fighting in the berth instead of in an arena, and he picked up two cubes and filled them with easy familiarity. He hesitated at the dispenser then, momentarily caught on the fact that Orion had said nothing after that, but snorted sub-sonically at himself and crossed the room again to stand before Orion, holding the cubes, one in each hand, not offering them.
Orion had only told him to go get them, so it wasn't for him to offer one, just wait, field twisting in lazily looping anticipation around him, what he might want next.