Ah… This is one of those creatures that @the-scrappy-stinger lets roam around the house. At least Rex seems entertained.
m!a
well, even if you don’t, have a mawile. they can chew through steel beems and can be a bit of a trickster–called the deceiver pokémon–but they’re loyal to tough customers. like you!
if you don’t like them, they’ll disappear after three (3) days.
(this is ofc subject to mun’s wants over anon’s.)
There is a small yellow creature growling and… “Mawile”ing at me.
would you like to own a pokémon (through anon magic)?
Hm. Perhaps.
hey megatron. would you like a pokémon?
That depends entirely on what you mean.
Do you have a place for us on Cybertron? We haven’t been back for a long time, since before the war. Knowing it’s safe for us again is very good news.
::This is Megatron, Lord High Protector of Cybertron. The war is over, and no matter your affiliation, all Cybertronians are invited to return and aid in rebuilding our planet. Intend no harm, and you are welcome here.::
He vented gently, closing his optics. Bee had to be right on some level, Rung had expressed interest in him too after all… and had seemed to like his messages. Perhaps that would translate to ‘sparks’ in real life. He hoped it would.
“I am aware of his preferences. Soundwave has his as well, I understand them.” He smiles again. “It’s as you’ve said, Bumblebee. You make each other happy, and you are one of very few mechs that I trust with my life. I may not think of you exactly in the same way, but if it mattered to me, I wouldn’t have sent those messages.”
(Bee wraps an arm over the back of his neck, even if he has to wriggle under the helm to do it, and gives him a gentle hug.)
Non-romantic love you too.
do you need a pillow for your head?
Megatron brings up his servo to return the hug, entirely unbothered by the contact to an area normally so guarded. His field is warm, thankful, affectionate and decidedly happy. Unusual for him.
“Always so concerned.”
Megatron’s helm nudges a little closer to Bee. Inspecting for dirt indeed. When he speaks again he’s quieter, both because he wants to meet his friend’s volume and because the subject warrants it.
“Heh… I have not done this in millenia. I have not wanted to in millenia, and now he knows and… I am at a loss.”
like, where do you go from here, right?
you’ll be okay. you and him both are gonna get along fine, and you’ve got chemistry there. I can almost see the sparks when you two talk, you go together so well
you’re okay with rung having other partners? even if i’m one of the other partners?
He vented gently, closing his optics. Bee had to be right on some level, Rung had expressed interest in him too after all… and had seemed to like his messages. Perhaps that would translate to ‘sparks’ in real life. He hoped it would.
“I am aware of his preferences. Soundwave has his as well, I understand them.” He smiles again. “It’s as you’ve said, Bumblebee. You make each other happy, and you are one of very few mechs that I trust with my life. I may not think of you exactly in the same way, but if it mattered to me, I wouldn’t have sent those messages.”
Bee slips past him a few times, but his laughter slows him down. Bee is scooped up on the third pass and deposited on the table as Megatron sits in his chair, resting his helm beside him, face down but still smiling.
“This is hardly a laughing matter.”
(Talking in a whisper, Bee rubs the back of Megatron’s helm.)
i think you both like each other
if he makes you even a little happy, like he made me? that’s worth laughing about
(He gives his friend a little pat and lies on the desk too. If anyone asks, they’re inspecting it for dirt.)
Megatron’s helm nudges a little closer to Bee. Inspecting for dirt indeed. When he speaks again he’s quieter, both because he wants to meet his friend’s volume and because the subject warrants it.
“Heh… I have not done this in millenia. I have not wanted to in millenia, and now he knows and… I am at a loss.”
Why, pray tell, are you making said noise?
…
*Noise stops*
Cos I can.
Sorry.
…
*Another low rumble may be heard coming from Megatron’s direction. Noises for noises sake are fine, so long as he is aware of what they are.*
(The radio flips through a few songs: Rod Stewart’s “If You Think I’m Sexy”, “You Really Got Me”, and “Mickey”. He settles on Aerosmith’s “Sweet Emotion.”)
(Bee’s grinning so smug.)
That’s it, Bee is getting chased. If caught he won’t be harmed of course, but he will however be put on the table along with Megatron’s helm, as he covers his face. A grin might peek out from behind his claws.
(Bee laughs and books it, blaring Gnarls Barkley’s “Run”! He’s making Megatron work for it, ducking under every chair and table and climbing over things left and right and up. He wheezes with laughter.)
Bee slips past him a few times, but his laughter slows him down. Bee is scooped up on the third pass and deposited on the table as Megatron sits in his chair, resting his helm beside him, face down but still smiling.
“This is hardly a laughing matter.”
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