He lacks the energy to give Smokescreen a suspicious glance at the acquiring of these cubes, easing into a seat across the table without looking at him at all. So far, so good. His core was burning again, but so long as he remained seated, it would cool eventually. The high-grade however, would ensure that he stayed hot. Megatron decided that, as always, he could deal with the pain.
The cube is quickly drained without acknowledging the concern. It burns going down and his spark flares in angry protest. “… What did you want to ask me?”
Smokescreen’s taking a cube for himself, downing it about as quickly. Med grade was getting really boring, if he’s honest. “I wanted to ask you about Optimus- I don’t know. Any stories to remember him by? But just drinking is good with me, too.” Any kind of distraction is welcome, really.
“Seriously, are you okay?” He’s going to put a servo nearby to feel for heat- he doesn’t even need to touch Megatron to figure out that something’s wrong. Is Megatron running that hot? Should he really be drinking high grade?
The warlord scoffed. “Stories to remember him by- don’t you have enough of those, from the ‘legendary tales’ spread through Autobot recruits?” Megatron reaches for another cube, batting the servo away. A large, heavily built mech always runs hot, but he’s definitely letting off more heat than usual. He keeps cancelling the order to start up his vents.
“This coming from the mech who’s snuck out of his recovery room with fresh welds. Don’t concern yourself.” Before taking another drink, he pauses. “…Be more specific.”
Megatron's back up 