At this point, there is a setup of a pillow and small blanket atop his desk, as a permanent fixture. The vehicons he sees for meetings are very confused as to why it is there, but know better than to ask.
(he goes under the blanket and curls up)
‘sup my lord?
“Heh. Not you, clearly.” He very gently taps Bee’s forehead with a claw.
At this point, there is a setup of a pillow and small blanket atop his desk, as a permanent fixture. The vehicons he sees for meetings are very confused as to why it is there, but know better than to ask.
There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”
“Please do.” He calls up a bridge, spark racing. It hurts far less than anger would.
Attrition briefly sees Rung on his rush out, smiling when he sees how happy the little orange bot looks.
Rung is still trying to get used to the bridges but the way he figures, the more he uses them, the better it will all get. There’s a flush on his cheeks and he takes out a cloth to buff himself, self conscious that he might not look good enough.
“Beloved?”
He was planning on using the bridge to visit Rung’s world, but out he came instead, nearly bumping into him. Megatron catches him wiping at his face and chuckles, kneeling down to put them at a more even level.
“Each time I see you, you’re as lovely as ever, Rung.” Supporting his back with a servo, Megatron leans into him, kissing fresly polished lips.
“As stately and poetic as a knight, as always.” Rung looks up at him with stars in his optics, pushing up to receive more kisses, the polishing cloth forgotten as it flutters to land on his pede. “Did Bee tell you that we’ve been making friends?”
There’s a soft snort from him, rolling his optics in amusement. Now that there wasn’t any danger, it felt much easier to laugh it off.
“We met a Predacon at the Pious Pools.”
Rung’s optics seem to sparkle, and whether it’s a trick of the glasses or his imagination, Megatron is enchanted all the same. He dips Rung nearly to the floor in another slow kiss before righting them both again with a content hum.
“Mm, he didn’t mention…” His dazed expression sharpens to a glare.
“The same Predacon that tried to eat him?”
(Bee plants his feet, one stinger out and one hand ready. He’s rarin’ to go!)
Megatron extends his sword, taking up a position and grinning down at his opponent. Normally, he would wait and let the other be the one to make the first move, giving him an advantage as defender. But as he was curious how Bee had dealt with an attacking beast, Megatron took up the mantle, charging with a roar of his own.
(Bee had a distinct advantage that he’d learned fighting Nova: he could go underneath bigger opponents easy. Bee zips forward on his wheels, anticipating where Megatron’s feet fall and weaving between them to get behind the bigger mech. He knew the back of Megatron’s knees were a weak point, from a previous fight, but he also remembered he was here to spar not to topple him immediately.)
(That doesn’t mean he won’t teasingly pop some sparks against Megatron’s ankles, though.)
Very good, making use of your opponent’s size. Megatron nearly turns, but upon feeling the tingling in his ankle he lets himself fall forward and off of it, rolling into a kneeling position with his sword arm up between them as a shield. Now that he’s expecting the electricity, it’s more of a numbing buzz than a shock, but a challenge to work around.
Bee’s game seems to be to get behind him, a sound strategy. Megatron’s game will be to make his back just as dangerous, ready to swing his arm in a wide arc.
(Bee plants his feet, one stinger out and one hand ready. He’s rarin’ to go!)
Megatron extends his sword, taking up a position and grinning down at his opponent. Normally, he would wait and let the other be the one to make the first move, giving him an advantage as defender. But as he was curious how Bee had dealt with an attacking beast, Megatron took up the mantle, charging with a roar of his own.
There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”
“Please do.” He calls up a bridge, spark racing. It hurts far less than anger would.
Attrition briefly sees Rung on his rush out, smiling when he sees how happy the little orange bot looks.
Rung is still trying to get used to the bridges but the way he figures, the more he uses them, the better it will all get. There’s a flush on his cheeks and he takes out a cloth to buff himself, self conscious that he might not look good enough.
“Beloved?”
He was planning on using the bridge to visit Rung’s world, but out he came instead, nearly bumping into him. Megatron catches him wiping at his face and chuckles, kneeling down to put them at a more even level.
“Each time I see you, you’re as lovely as ever, Rung.” Supporting his back with a servo, Megatron leans into him, kissing fresly polished lips.
There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”
“Please do.” He calls up a bridge, spark racing. It hurts far less than anger would.
(EXCITED BOUNCING!) YES! It’ll be awesome! Whoever’s back hits the ground first is the loser!
Oh absolutely. I will use my sword alone but by all means, go all out. I would like to see your technique.
Prey that has evolved to slay its predator?
By all means.
You got: Arrogance
You might realize it, or you might not, but the fact is you think you’re better than most. You try harder and you think you deserve more. The good thing is that this flaw comes from a deep-seated belief that you can overcome anything if you set your mind to it. Keep the self-confidence, but work on the excessive pride.
“No.”
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