#ask-primus

     ( ... You feel cold? )

( The stretches of space between atmospheres may be a bit colder than those planets with weight and drag, certainly, but they are hardly chilled. There is still noise and battering, molecules that race along comets and through the dust-laden spaces... )

     ( ... perhaps you do not feel that. Perhaps such is another effect of Chaos, that hypersensitivity to all that moves... )

Clutch I am giving you Earth after I conquer the universe.

In the meantime, this is going directly inside my wife.

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    ( A taste test would be helpful. )

His wing plucks up a plate of treats, all of the same base but with various finishes. One is a flat, hard shell plated in gold: another is crunchy, with thick pieces of energon pushing from the hard shell: and another has a gooey top, sweet as could be. 

     Another wing, extending from the wall, drags a pile of blankets and pillows over to form a rough little nest. A warming (and a cooling, just in case) blanket is set in the corner. 

“Do you not own a dictionary, Brother?”

Distant exhausted giggles…

    Another box of those gooey-topped treats is set in front of his younger twin, poignant and forward. 

"I don't see EVERYTHING as my children!"

    ( Yes you do. )

*…leans over with a crochet hook* “Can I have that..?”