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.*
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.”
To quote an inexplicably famous bowl of petunias: Oh no, not again.
“Do you have adequate armor? You are fragile in that form.”
By now he gets it, but it’s far more fun to feign ignorance.
“Ah, so they’ve given you bionics. That was at least considerate of them.”
Megatron, no! That’s not what I mean at all! I mean my strong, massive, stinky muscles that can protect me from anything!
“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.”
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