Ah, his favorite drink. He takes a deep vent in with a smile, taking in the bitter aroma before taking it off Bee’s hands. “The company, as always, is appreciated.” He drinks, sighing contentedly as it slides down into his tank.
Smokescreen what are you up to? *He turns around, half-thinking Smokescreen is going to write something back there.*
*Suspicious squinting.*
It almost seems as if you’re being nice to me.
Hey, what? Let’s not go that far, Megs. Maybe, uh- this is all part of my plan to pull a Starscream and become leader of Cybertron or something.
/He’s still rubbing Megatron’s back, though, practically kneading the other bot./
*Once this was a very real concern, but knowing Smokescreen now, anyone with eyes could see the last thing he wanted to do was lead. On a loyalty scale from Starscream to 10, he was closer to a 7. Megatron turns his helm and relaxes, keeping his sensornet open to keep checking for marker or tape just in case.*
*He absolutely doesn’t start dozing off under the attention.*