He certainly is a powerful specimen. I assume you’re the one who made him so affectionate, too.
*With a final pat, he walks over to the couch and sits beside Bee, finally able to fit onto some piece of furniture here. He takes a cube and sips at it gratefully.*
He’s a real softie now that he’s older. He had a protective streak longer than he was when I got him, but now that he doesn’t battle anymore he mostly just plays with the babies and cuddles everybody who visits. (Bee’s feet kick as he gets more excited, most of his fuel already sipped away.) You’ve gotta come during the day next time and see the little walking buds!
But that’s later! (reigns it in) Right now, relaxing! (turns on the TV, surfing through channels) Hmm nothing fun on Tuesday n- oh wait, no! “How It’s Made: Dream Cars”. This is a good one! (turns to it)
*He raises an optic ridge at “walking buds” but is soon distracted by the human television. How It’s Made…*
… I can’t look away. Is that the engi-…. huh. I’m almost impressed.
*He recognizes the bite as a tease, not meant to harm him. If it really wanted to, it could take his arm off, reinforcements or not. Bracing himself against the floor again, Megatron pushes the giant’s nose, expecting resistance.*
(Rocky pushes back, his little happy teeth widening into an open-mouth chuffing sort of laugh. There’s a great restraint as he pushes hard enough to move Megatron backwards a few inches, and he lolls onto his back again for rubs. He did a good job.)
*He makes a grunt of effort, struggling to stay on his feet, but the Steelix was only playing and soon flopped over again. It is rewarded by plenty of rubs and gentle scratches.*
Where did you find such a creature?
I traded a flower for him! Whoever wanted to give him up really missed out on raising him. He’s a great little guy. He just can’t see worth a darn.
(Rocky shows his appreciation by licking Megatron’s fingers gratefully.)
He certainly is a powerful specimen. I assume you’re the one who made him so affectionate, too.
*With a final pat, he walks over to the couch and sits beside Bee, finally able to fit onto some piece of furniture here. He takes a cube and sips at it gratefully.*
(Oh! He must want to play. Rocky tosses his head into the push and rolls onto his back submissively, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a jagged smile.)
(Bee comes back in with a few cubes and cookies.) Oh! Rocky likes it when you push on his nose.
*What is it-! Oh frag did he hurt it why is it upside-down? He starts when Bee re-enters, about to apologize, but his concerns are immediately alleviated.*
*That done, Megatron rubs the underside of the giant creature’s jaw.*
(It tickles. Rocky licks at his own nose, his body wriggling along the ground behind him, thrumming and huffing, before rolling back upright and gently biting at Megatron’s elbow.)
That just means he loves you! I’m telling you, push on his nose real hard, he loves it!
*He recognizes the bite as a tease, not meant to harm him. If it really wanted to, it could take his arm off, reinforcements or not. Bracing himself against the floor again, Megatron pushes the giant’s nose, expecting resistance.*
(Rocky pushes back, his little happy teeth widening into an open-mouth chuffing sort of laugh. There’s a great restraint as he pushes hard enough to move Megatron backwards a few inches, and he lolls onto his back again for rubs. He did a good job.)
*He makes a grunt of effort, struggling to stay on his feet, but the Steelix was only playing and soon flopped over again. It is rewarded by plenty of rubs and gentle scratches.*
(Oh! He must want to play. Rocky tosses his head into the push and rolls onto his back submissively, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a jagged smile.)
(Bee comes back in with a few cubes and cookies.) Oh! Rocky likes it when you push on his nose.
*What is it-! Oh frag did he hurt it why is it upside-down? He starts when Bee re-enters, about to apologize, but his concerns are immediately alleviated.*
*That done, Megatron rubs the underside of the giant creature’s jaw.*
(It tickles. Rocky licks at his own nose, his body wriggling along the ground behind him, thrumming and huffing, before rolling back upright and gently biting at Megatron’s elbow.)
That just means he loves you! I’m telling you, push on his nose real hard, he loves it!
*He recognizes the bite as a tease, not meant to harm him. If it really wanted to, it could take his arm off, reinforcements or not. Bracing himself against the floor again, Megatron pushes the giant’s nose, expecting resistance.*
(Rocky responds with a thrum that rattles through the floor, pressing his nose more insistently into the visitor’s belly. His long body coils in on itself to give him leverage to push.)
*Friendlier, but perhaps that wasn’t a good thing. What is it doing? The warlord braces himself against the floor, pushing back.* No, no. I don’t have anything for you..
(Why is it pushing back?)
(Oh! He must want to play. Rocky tosses his head into the push and rolls onto his back submissively, tongue lolling out of his mouth in a jagged smile.)
(Bee comes back in with a few cubes and cookies.) Oh! Rocky likes it when you push on his nose.
*What is it-! Oh frag did he hurt it why is it upside-down? He starts when Bee re-enters, about to apologize, but his concerns are immediately alleviated.*
*That done, Megatron rubs the underside of the giant creature’s jaw.*
*He remembers the large “pet”. Only now, he’s perhaps a third of its length. The beast approaches him, but it doesn’t seem hostile, sniffing at his frame.*
*Carefully, he raises a servo to its massive head, stroking along a ridge. Much friendlier than Predaking.*
(Rocky responds with a thrum that rattles through the floor, pressing his nose more insistently into the visitor’s belly. His long body coils in on itself to give him leverage to push.)
*Friendlier, but perhaps that wasn’t a good thing. What is it doing? The warlord braces himself against the floor, pushing back.* No, no. I don’t have anything for you..
My Lord Megatron, would you like to come to the house? It might help with the sudden vertigo, more of my place is adjusted for mini-height.
Perhaps a visit is in order, then. Waiting out the rest of this time there is likely for the best, considering the reactions of my crew are increasing in strangeness.
(opens a bridge for him, waiting at the other side calm and immediately jumping into a fighting stance once it’s closed) It’s a trap! TIME TO WRESTLE!
… (giggles) Nah, you just relax! I’ll get you some hot drinks! Have a look around.
*He tenses at the mention of a trap, and takes a few minutes to loosen his plating again.*
…You’re right. This place seems… appropriately sized now.
Scaling makes a big difference, doesn’t it? My universe has more Minibots in it, too, so there’s that too.
(Bee passes him going to the kitchen, giving his shoulder a friendly bump with his own.)
(About the time Bee’s out of sight, though, a thirty-foot-long someone else slithers in.)
(Rocky can’t see the new person very well, but he can smell him. He snuffles the new visitor.)
*He remembers the large “pet”. Only now, he’s perhaps a third of its length. The beast approaches him, but it doesn’t seem hostile, sniffing at his frame.*
*Carefully, he raises a servo to its massive head, stroking along a ridge. Much friendlier than Predaking.*
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