#calcxlating

     🔥  ;;  »»  After talking Megatron into landing the Lost Light at this very specific port, mostly because they needed to refuel, Rodimus was glad to get a bit of fresh air.  In fact, he was just glad to get some space from the other in general.  He would’ve invited Drift along to do things with him, but in the end, Rodimus wanted a bit of...  Space.  Which was weird.

He didn’t ever need space.

Rather than concern himself with something that didn’t matter in the end, the speedster instead wandered through the space port, humming a merry little tune to himself while examining the area.  Not as lively as he’d hoped.  There weren’t other Cybertronians around, either.

At least, he thought there wasn’t;  he was proved wrong when he bumped into someone of a taller stature, the captain shaking his helm before glancing up and━

          ❛  Megatron?!  ❜

“I have many questions.”

░ A MONSTER CALLS ░

"K-Kyeheheheh. Are you still alive? What a pity. You must be enjoying rolling around in your peaceful gardens, hnh?”

Long deprived of war’s bloodthirsty adrenaline, he felt his appetite rise with a vengeance, a hunger that lingered making its way towards his surface. Forever loyal to the Autobots, the monster that survived through each wave of horror, Blurr stood his ground, razor claws flexing as red gaze flared with amusement. Space piracy had lead him to many places, but he had never expected to run into Megatron of all mechs- the very reason he hungered for war.

“Sir!” Don’t mind a starry optic’d little soldier just in awe that Megatron, the Megatron, is here in the mesh! Right here! Best day ever!

“Well, I do have to keep up with you, of course. If one of us doesn’t look acceptable, then it drags the other down as far as reputation…”

“But then again… we never have to worry about anything when you always look immaculate enough for the both of us, my liege.”

“This is true.”

❝ Oh. ❞

My muse is completely intoxicated. Send me questions and my muse will answer them drunkenly.