Almost immediately after Megatron agreed, Orion dropped the finger with a cheerful grin, palm landing on the mech's broad chest instead.
"Good to hear."
He didn't really want the cubes, per say; mostly, he just wanted to see Megatron fetch them. A minor fantasy, to be sure, but one that was apparently easily satisfied.
And they could probably use them, later.
Now what else could he... ah ha! His grin widened, and he took a step back, eyeing Megatron up and down before speaking.
"Now, I'd like you to place them on the table for now, before going to my closet in the hall - with your hands clasped behind your back."
He'd liked what he'd seen earlier, when Megatron had been kneeling. He raised a finger, signaling that he was still speaking.
"Then, bring me the crate of cleaning supplies from the second shelf from the bottom. With your hands, obviously," he added belatedly, with a chuckle. His engine gave a rumble of anticipation. That box had wax and polishing cloths in it, and he intended to make full use of the contents.
I assumed they are in Orion's apartment in this; hope that works!
"Good to hear."
He didn't really want the cubes, per say; mostly, he just wanted to see Megatron fetch them. A minor fantasy, to be sure, but one that was apparently easily satisfied.
And they could probably use them, later.
Now what else could he... ah ha! His grin widened, and he took a step back, eyeing Megatron up and down before speaking.
"Now, I'd like you to place them on the table for now, before going to my closet in the hall - with your hands clasped behind your back."
He'd liked what he'd seen earlier, when Megatron had been kneeling. He raised a finger, signaling that he was still speaking.
"Then, bring me the crate of cleaning supplies from the second shelf from the bottom. With your hands, obviously," he added belatedly, with a chuckle. His engine gave a rumble of anticipation. That box had wax and polishing cloths in it, and he intended to make full use of the contents.