The bulb cracks and gives off an expectedly earthy scent, but not much else. The attached roots dangle in their clump. “Ah, that makes sense. I had my doubts they would survive once sprouted, anyway. The atmosphere seems too toxic even for plant-based organics. I am told though that once grown it must be supported to hold its weight. Perhaps wild, it’s meant to grow along a tree.”
Rocky has taken to resting his chin on Megatron’s leg, so the creature gets more absent scritches as he picks up the bag. “Are you familiar with ‘luster dust?’”
(Bee puts the rest away to plant along the trellis he used for blackberries one year.) Luster dust? Nuh-uh. Sounds like the stuff they put in bathtubs on Earth.
He raises an optic at the bathtub, unable to imagine the effect this would have on clear water. But then, humans have done far stranger things for odder reasons than it looking pretty. “It’s more typically used to cover deserts, to make them shine. I’ve found this compound from a colonial market, that gets absorbed by the material instead. Not only does it make the food iridescent, but the effect passes to your plating once digested.”
… it does what?!
(Bee grabs that shit and runs for the kitchen!) What are you waiting for?! Let’s make stuff! You’re telling me you got something that lets us eat pretty cookies and look good for Rung?!
IT’S TIME TO ROLL SOME PIT-DAMNED COOKIES!
He watches Bee go with a bit of surprise before getting up to follow, laughing. Honestly, he hadn’t thought of it that way. “Agreed! The most glorious cookies they shall be!”
The bulb cracks and gives off an expectedly earthy scent, but not much else. The attached roots dangle in their clump. “Ah, that makes sense. I had my doubts they would survive once sprouted, anyway. The atmosphere seems too toxic even for plant-based organics. I am told though that once grown it must be supported to hold its weight. Perhaps wild, it’s meant to grow along a tree.”
Rocky has taken to resting his chin on Megatron’s leg, so the creature gets more absent scritches as he picks up the bag. “Are you familiar with ‘luster dust?’”
(Bee puts the rest away to plant along the trellis he used for blackberries one year.) Luster dust? Nuh-uh. Sounds like the stuff they put in bathtubs on Earth.
He raises an optic at the bathtub, unable to imagine the effect this would have on clear water. But then, humans have done far stranger things for odder reasons than it looking pretty. “It’s more typically used to cover deserts, to make them shine. I’ve found this compound from a colonial market, that gets absorbed by the material instead. Not only does it make the food iridescent, but the effect passes to your plating once digested.”
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.”
“I wouldn’t worry. He is an exemplary sparring partner, quick to learn and by now, used to being out-sized…” Megatron made a quiet noise and gently removed Rung’s servo from under the guard of his helmet. His audial fins were so rarely touched; they were quite sensitive.
“And you both deserve far better. You are no object, Rung. No mere bauble could come close to all you encompass. Your elegance, your eloquence, your every detail… As such…”
“I know he’s amazing. I still can’t help but worry about him though.” Rung took a breath and leaned his forehead against Megatron’s abdomen. A faint shiver rolled across him and he pushed his EM field reached out to his lover, fluttering along his plating. He peeked up at him and tilted his helm slightly. “I was considered an object though, so I’m used to it. I’m always glad when you don’t look at me like that, however. When I’m with you I feel like you always understand me.”
Reaching his arms up, he gingerly flexed his fingers, pushing up on his pedes to better reach. “I dont mind if you pick me up. Please, hold me close to you.”
Given permission, Megatron stood fully again, bringing Rung up with him by supporting his upper back and hips. The cloth long forgotten, it fluttered on the floor as he walked past it with the other in his embrace, enjoying the way Rung’s arms wrapped around his neck. His own field prickled wherever they touched, as if trying to keep them together. In a few short steps, Megatron was able to turn and sit on his berth and lean back against the wall.
Looking up now into Rung’s brilliant optics, the warlord was serious for a moment. “I want to make you forget to be used to being treated poorly. It isn’t something you should be accustomed to, not when you are my equal.“ He was lost again then, taking in the sight of the gentle orange mech so comfortably astride him with a soft grin. "It almost feels like dreaming, though I’m hard-pressed to remember when I’ve had one so pleasant.”
The bulb cracks and gives off an expectedly earthy scent, but not much else. The attached roots dangle in their clump. “Ah, that makes sense. I had my doubts they would survive once sprouted, anyway. The atmosphere seems too toxic even for plant-based organics. I am told though that once grown it must be supported to hold its weight. Perhaps wild, it’s meant to grow along a tree.”
Rocky has taken to resting his chin on Megatron’s leg, so the creature gets more absent scritches as he picks up the bag. “Are you familiar with ‘luster dust?’”
(Bee’s got no clue about the bulbs. He lays them all out on a table.)
(He smells at the sugar. What is this, glitter? Ground glass? Can he eat it?)
(And time to drive the RC car over the pets.)
Once he is too frustrated with his officers to concentrate anymore, Megatron follows his care package through a bridge, stepping through the door with a knock. Or he would, if Rocky’s tail weren’t blocking his entry. “…Down.”
Hey, my lord! ROCKY, (WHISTLE!)
(Rocky rolls out of the way if only to double back and follow Megatron at his heels and stare at him lovingly.)
I got your presents! I’ve been playing with the car, but I haven’t gotten to the other stuff yet. (A politer way of saying he’s not sure what they’re for yet.)
The Steelix will get an affectionate pat on its snout for its trouble, so long as he doesn’t attempt to knock Megatron over. Good giant Pokemon.
“Heh, good. I thought you might be able to at least entertain your animals with it, though I couldn’t find a larger one.” He makes his way over to the table, sitting down at it and spinning one of the bulbs with a flick of his claw. “I thought you might know how to plant these as well. They won’t take to metallic soil.”
(Bee’s got no clue about the bulbs. He lays them all out on a table.)
(He smells at the sugar. What is this, glitter? Ground glass? Can he eat it?)
(And time to drive the RC car over the pets.)
Once he is too frustrated with his officers to concentrate anymore, Megatron follows his care package through a bridge, stepping through the door with a knock. Or he would, if Rocky’s tail weren’t blocking his entry. “…Down.”
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.”
“I appreciate the thought, but I think Bee would more appreciate someone helping him to learn how to fend off a large threat by himself. It bothered him a lot that he was treated like an object. Picked up and carted around like so much luggage.” Rung squeezed his audial gently then rubbed along the length of it, shuddering softly as he leaned up for another kiss. “I’m used to being treated as an object. I learned a long while ago how to compartmentalize the things that happened to me, for the most part.”
Obviously not fully. He was still nervous of thunderstorms and the first hint he got that someone was stalking him would give him horrible flashbacks.
“I wouldn’t worry. He is an exemplary sparring partner, quick to learn and by now, used to being out-sized…” Megatron made a quiet noise and gently removed Rung’s servo from under the guard of his helmet. His audial fins were so rarely touched; they were quite sensitive.
“And you both deserve far better. You are no object, Rung. No mere bauble could come close to all you encompass. Your elegance, your eloquence, your every detail… As such…”
Megatron rested his servo at Rung’s hip, thumb brushing the seam there.
“…I ask your permission before carrying you somewhere more comfortable than the middle of my floor. If not, I would happily escort you.”
To quote an inexplicably famous bowl of petunias: Oh no, not again.
“Do you have adequate armor? You are fragile in that form.”
“Projectile muscles, of course. Thank you for clearing that up.”
“But you would be safer on Earth in your current state, regardless. Between the sheer cold and your roughly pede-sized body, it’s an accident waiting to happen if you keep wandering about.”
Megs- now I know you’re messing with me! Come down here, and I’ll show you my deadly, deadly guns.
I’m gonna stay with Tinybee for now, at least until I’m back to normal. We’re going to the human version of Six Lasers tomorrow!
Is everything going okay with you? Anything I can help with once I’m back to normal?
“Ah, now that sounds like a welcome reprieve.” He turns off the datapad he’s got in his hand, a speech nearly written. His smile isn’t quite as broad as it could be.
“There will be much work to do, but then, there always is.”
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