Murrrrs at

*There is a tyton murring at him. Keyed up as he is from the day’s activities, this does not compute.*

…Blackout? What is that noise?

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

(HAPPY BOUNCING!)

(Bee pipes his radio on.)

Heard it in a looo-ooove song~

Megatron is incapable of blushing, but perfectly capable of making the expression of someone who is. He’s doing a marvelous impression of it now.

“Turn that off immediately!”

(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.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

(BIG GLOWING SMILE!)

(gesturing back and forth between his hands, mimicing writing, pointing out the door? Miming glasses around optics, and then big excited arm waving?!)

I am unsure what you mean.

(HAPPY BOUNCING!)

(Bee pipes his radio on.)

Heard it in a looo-ooove song~

Megatron is incapable of blushing, but perfectly capable of making the expression of someone who is. He’s doing a marvelous impression of it now.

“Turn that off immediately!”

Perhaps your glass is yet a mirror, echoing emotions back to you. Admiration is shared and curiosity is abounds as this old mech seeks answers. Your frame is like fire and I would willingly burn myself to cinders in your arms.

Megatron stares at the message for a long time, stock still. It’s a response he hadn’t expected, only hoped for, the echo of his own phrase warming him from within.

…What the hell does he do now?

Internally:

Externally:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger replied to your post:
Megatron leans back in his chair, setting down his…

(eyebroooow?)

The warlord hurriedly takes his datapad from the desk again, flicking the files away. Not suspicious in the slightest.

“Bumblebee.”

(BIG GLOWING SMILE!)

(gesturing back and forth between his hands, mimicing writing, pointing out the door? Miming glasses around optics, and then big excited arm waving?!)

I am unsure what you mean.

(Bee grins and plays this over his radio in lieu of talking.)

*He looks confused until the words start, at which point he glares*

the-scrappy-stinger replied to your post:
Megatron leans back in his chair, setting down his…

(eyebroooow?)

The warlord hurriedly takes his datapad from the desk again, flicking the files away. Not suspicious in the slightest.

“Bumblebee.”

Megatron leans back in his chair, setting down his datapad and rubbing between his optics. He really is a fool.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

He has vague memories of the one called Shax, but they’ve all been positive associations with Bumblebee. He trusts, for the moment, that Bee is healed. The request cuts through his remaining fury, and Megatron extends his servo without a second thought, bringing it up to shelter his friend once he’s perched.

“… Anyone who could think for a moment that you deserved that doesn’t deserve to walk on the same planet as you.”

(Bee, from up here, feels powerful enough to agree.) No. They don’t.

That earns a chuckle. He leans his helm over just enough to bump against Bee’s for a moment. He’s still plotting the archivist’s death, but it’s far in the back of his mind. Bee is alive and well, and he’s been missed immensely.