Megatron glares at first, but can’t look up at this guest, not directly.
“Grande.”
“In spark, even if not in size. Or, at the least, not at the moment.”
“…I suppose that is a compliment.” Megatron looks fixedly at this mech’s abdominal plating, refusing to meet his optics.
My cannon has been shrunk. All that means is that for a shot to be fatal I would have to aim at your helm. This would not be hard.
WAIT MY LORD DO IT
Again. WHY?!
MEGS STAND UP ON MY SHOULDERS
Why.
Did I ask for your input on this matter
YES, HE’S STILL TALLER THAN SOMEONE!!!!
*INTERNALLY SCREAMING*
Bends slightly, covering their (barely) two-meter difference.
“Petit, petit, petit.”
Megatron glares at first, but can’t look up at this guest, not directly.
“Grande.”
(SMOTHERING LAUGHTER)
*EXTERNAL SCREAMING*
(SCREAMS)
YOU’RE MY SIZE!
I could hug you now if I wasn’t sure you were gonna rip my arms off in sheer murderous rage.
*There is a LOT of glaring, though not directed at Bee. And shaking, but it doesn’t last beyond him pacing for a few moments.*
You may do so when I am my regular size as well, you know. In fact, you regularly do.
(SMOTHERING LAUGHTER)
*EXTERNAL SCREAMING*
YES, HE’S STILL TALLER THAN SOMEONE!!!!
*INTERNALLY SCREAMING*
Megatron feels the magic keeping him human-sized wearing off, and he vents in relief. He stands in the center of the room, in an effort to cause the least damage possible…
*POOF*
“What… WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?”
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