#corarmatum

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

Ultra Magnus had been attempting to reach Rodimus, over and over again. The original comm message had no hope of being tracked, as the link had been closed long ago. All he was left with was replaying,  hearing, over and over again Rodimus’ last words to him -  hearing, over and over again, the voice in his own helm telling him he could have done more. He should have sooner realized that his captain was missing. He should have run to someone, faster, to be able to track the message. He should have indulged Rodimus, and told him something good, if only to keep the line open longer or just to give the speedster something positive to think of in this crisis.

He almost believed him to be dead. Still, he made it apart of his routine to try opening a comm link. It was not mourning. When Rodimus picked up, Magnus practically shot out of his seat.

:: Rodimus. :: Rodimus sounded different, almost unlike himself. It was shattering. :: You’re alive. You’re — w-what is going on? ::

Hearing Magnus’s voice again after days of nothing but the dark whispers in his processor was a relief. Rodimus sagged back against the wall and closed his optics. He only wished Magnus didn’t sound so worried.

He was silent for a long moment, pondering whether he should answer, and if so, how much he should reveal. He knew that, the less he shared, the more Magnus would dig--but he couldn’t disclose too much, lest he somehow find a way on board the Nemesis and put himself in danger.

💦 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re shy or nervous

Tapping their claws together or opening and closing them, and cycling their optic over and over again, mainly.

💢 - mannerisms that your muse has when they’re angry or sad

Angry: They go very, very still.