[ closed ] because 4 million yr olds are really 5 yr olds in disguise

[sorrynotguilty]

When: After Optimus' post
Who: Megatron and Rodimus
Where: Observation Deck
What: Rodimus thinks he can kick Megatron's ass. Well... That's not going to happen.


[ TODAY HAS BEEN SUCH A GOOD DAY. Optimus' arrival doesn't spark that fire that once ignited every time he had encountered the Prime, but oh he's still rather pleased about the situation. Megatron is far too obsessed with the former cop to be anything less. giving him a hard time as well as Rodimus? his day is now complete.

now all that's left to do is kick back, mediate, and have some energon. ]

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[sorrynotguilty]

[ awkward for Rodimus maybe... ]

Your hands. Are they all right?

[rodders]

Beyond the fact they're on fire and I can't get them to not? ( SCRAP why did he admit that to Megatron. ) Yeah, they're fine.

( Waving them around for emphasis. )

[sorrynotguilty]

Waving them around like that isn't going to do anything but keep the flames alive. You were mad and upset when this started...

So think of something that calms you down.

[rodders]

Don't-- ( It's snapped, but he cuts himself off and settles on glowering instead.

Okay. Calm. Something that calms him down--- To be honest there's not much that does, but he casts his mind about and settles on remembering the Matrix. How it felt when it bonded to him.

Calm it might not be, and there's a second where the flames on his hands burn brighter and stronger until they dwindle down and vanish. )

Huh.

[sorrynotguilty]

[ yeah, that's right. taking a moment at least calm down. now guess who's over here looking pretty damn smug about being somewhat right?

oh yeah. this guy. ]

[rodders]

( This is officially THE WORST. )

Stop that.