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{ @apathetic-until-distracted } Nervous shuffling.

Swindle knows that noise~

He grins around his cygar. Plucking it from his fangs and twists in his chair. Casting a side optic near the open door," ...Does Swindle hear his favorite customer~?"

Optics going bright behind purple lens.

bellumtenetur

"Ah- Swindle. I need... advice."

" OOOOH -?" Swindle leans back from where he's busy tallying the donations from the various places around the temple. Its a boring little gig but its worth the effort. Especially since Rung didn't want to 'charge' for folks to wander around mucking the place up. Like seriously! A nominal fee at /least/ but it wasn't Swin's place so here he is. Counting up pittances and making sure this place didn't end up going to the turbohounds. " Whats cranking your gears mm? Tell Swindle~"

a-life-revised

"Just a.. small problem." Well. Not small, really, but. Something something hubris, maybe.

"Rung has a special sort of candy, it's.. it looks like citrine, but it's really a sort of, ah.." A sigh. There wasn't a way to describe it without outright saying what it was. "It's an aphrodisiac. Do you know it? I wanted to get more because I went through them once, not purposefully and definitely not know what they were."

That had been.. a time. Very rarely was Megatron out of his processor, but that had been one of the first.

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" ...How much did you eat?" Swindle looks absolutely consternated. " Cause that sounds like Amber Ambrosia. Which- is not an easy item to get. Considering some of the ingredients are illegal in various market shares. Not that Swindle ever deals in illegal goods-" Said off servo out of habit. Legalize was a very interesting thing to take down to brass tacks. What's illegal in one quadrant is wildly consumed in another. Therefore- trade around the problem. He lifts a digit, the ring glittering with his trademark amethyst," Because I need to know how much to replace mind. But also-" Swindle glances around before lowering his vox with a spreading wicked gilded grin," I also what to know if there is video. The slagmakyr off his processor desperate for attention? Swindle does love a good passon video."

"Ah- Swindle. I need... advice."

" OOOOH -?" Swindle leans back from where he's busy tallying the donations from the various places around the temple. Its a boring little gig but its worth the effort. Especially since Rung didn't want to 'charge' for folks to wander around mucking the place up. Like seriously! A nominal fee at /least/ but it wasn't Swin's place so here he is. Counting up pittances and making sure this place didn't end up going to the turbohounds. " Whats cranking your gears mm? Tell Swindle~"

bellumtenetur

"I need to have a talk with you."

Swindle stiffens.

Then he composed himself. Kicking his desk just enough to send himself facing Megatron. He folds his strut over a knee. Steepling his digits as he smiles prettily," Megatron! You're looking particularly gun-metal. Did you get a finish?"

Spreading his servos as he bats his optics. Golden fangs glittering.

a-life-revised

Exasperated, Megatron flopped his servo a little in a very.. un-Megatron manner. "Relax. It's about Elegy. I wanted to know what you've invested already, show me everything."

Swindle liked business. Swindle liked Elegy.

At the very least, the two topics should... keep his processor from remembering that Megatron frightened him.

"I want to make my own investment, too."

bellumtenetur

Oh-

The moment Megatron says it's about Elegy he changes. Pulling his pads and screens around. Gesturing with the usual panache. Its- his face softens. Only one fang showing as he coos," Oh- Madam Elegy, first of her designation! Off course I've invested. Now see- She's got Nec'dro Prime as premium agriculture land. There's Neth, sustainable mining of gems and high quality silver!"

Swindle chirping happily as he lists stocks, planets, accounts with financial advisors. All with that happy little fond grin. Elegy was such a precious. Plus! Her little negotiating spark!

Elegy was gonna make every femme and mech rue and worship her existence. He's so proud.

"I need to have a talk with you."

Swindle stiffens.

Then he composed himself. Kicking his desk just enough to send himself facing Megatron. He folds his strut over a knee. Steepling his digits as he smiles prettily," Megatron! You're looking particularly gun-metal. Did you get a finish?"

Spreading his servos as he bats his optics. Golden fangs glittering.

#( frag frag frag )