Or or! 22, Soundmags
things you said after it was over
“Ultra Magnus: not used to peace.”
Magnus actually startled when Soundwave spoke up, quickly smoothing out his expression and glancing to the Decepticon beside him. Magnus was by no means an unobservant mech, but Soundwave had a strange way of walking right by his personal alarms that flared up if anyone got as much as within 5 feet of him. Something about him—it failed to trigger the alarms he had set up about himself through millennia of war. Magnus wasn’t quite sure how to handle that. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle Soundwave.
Magnus cleared his throat. “....I suppose you’re right.” He turned back to look over the neutral Autobot-Decepticon camp. So far, no major skirmishes had broken out, which had been an odd relief for him—less trouble was good, but less trouble meant less for him to actually do.
Soundwave didn’t push him to elaborate. He simply nodded, and silently gazed forward. A long minute passed. “....Soundwave: not very used to it either.”
Magnus blinked. He looked to Soundwave, but the mech’s face was unreadable. Yet, something felt a little more... open. As if he had tentatively lowered a barrier around his spark, watching warily to see what could happen while maintaining the same stoic facade.
“Oh,” Magnus said. He didn’t quite think he had thought it through enough to say anything else beyond that.
He just shuffled a step closer to Soundwave. It was enough.
