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M!A: You can nullify any magic you have... But you have to share what magic you got with the class.
Simple enough.
Get hugged. Is this a wise idea? Maybe not, but damn. Hugs are amazing.
At the sudden embrace, D-16's optics go wide.
He blinks.
He looks down, seeing B-127 with his arms wrapped around him. "Uh...you okay B?" Carefully, he sinks down so he isn't looming over the smaller bot and gives him an awkward half-hug in return. "You can ramble about it if you want."
Nice ass. It's getting pinched in the seam between thigh and hip armor by a data cable before it makes a quick escape.
A mighty warlord he may be, but Megatron still startles at the unexpected touch. Wondering who might dare to be so bold, he turns in time to witness the retreating data cable. Fond warmth and playfulness swell from his spark as the intensity of his gaze flickers into something mischievous — and Megatron smirks.
"Very well," he thinks, blatantly knocking a datapad from his workstation. "Mm, how clumsy of me," rough vocals seem to purr over the commotion. With his back to Soundwave, he bends at the waist, legs straight, to retrieve the datapad. His aft is on full display.
Enjoy the view, beloved friend.
"Love you, Megs. Congrats on the Mets!"
“ okay i need you to explain something to me … what is the 9-9-9 challenge, baseball mech? “
"A human thing," Megatron humors Drift if only to distract from exhaustion and a terrible case of insomnia. "They try to drink nine beers and eat nine hot dogs within the nine innings of a baseball game."
If the Mets win tonight, can we use your cyber planet key to fuck in ways no bot has ever fucked before?
"The Mets have lost four games in a row. If interfacing is contingent upon them winning, we might never interface again. Which, if that's the case, we might as well break up."
She looks him up and down before smirking, servos on hips.
"Hey, daddy~"
"You're my new favorite."
::Since the Mets won, do you wanna go on a post-Mets date?::
« The Mets have made me superstitious, I'm afraid. I feel I need to pretend they don't exist for them to win. »
