{ @reservedrestraint } A long digit traces over a scar on Megatronus' face plate- he calls this one. He's the one who gave it to him, after all.
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“Yes, you got me good, didn’t you? Five staples and a cauterizer. Almost lost the optic. What fun we had, us two.”
Megatron butts his big stupid helm affectionately into the broad, flat underside of Soundwave’s forearm, optics squinting up in outright affection. “I wear it with pride, beloved.”
Soundwave turned, curling so that he could take both sides of Megatronus' helm in both servos, thumbs sweeping under both optics. Yes, it had been good fun, hadn't it?
Bending, he returned the nudge of a helm with his own, visor pressing against the side of Megatronus' helm with something like a soft, static 'kiss', and a shared suggestion in a few different voices- "Megatronus: spar with Soundwave?"



















