[His eyebrow goes up as his hand falls down between them, untaken and he clasps them both behind his back once again.]
A mech. That is the true you, the metal one. Well, if we're going to talk about the station as if it's not suspicious at all- my name is General Kirigan.
[So unlike Drift with his history stitched in to his skin, so different from Megatron, as well - who looks kind, even if he does claim not to be. Living metal, with a spark hidden somewhere inside of them, with enough power to fuel their lives for millions of years- and just enough power to fuel a hungry orb for a month.]
You didn't like the proposal? It was a bit rough, I admit. The last one I did was-- a very long time ago. And it didn't involve quite this much drama.
[It didn't involve anyone but Luda and him, in a quite spot in the woods. The creek babbling close by and sharing sweet bread in the soft rays of fall sunlight filtered through the canopy of orange leaves.]
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[His eyebrow goes up as his hand falls down between them, untaken and he clasps them both behind his back once again.]
A mech. That is the true you, the metal one. Well, if we're going to talk about the station as if it's not suspicious at all- my name is General Kirigan.
[So unlike Drift with his history stitched in to his skin, so different from Megatron, as well - who looks kind, even if he does claim not to be. Living metal, with a spark hidden somewhere inside of them, with enough power to fuel their lives for millions of years- and just enough power to fuel a hungry orb for a month.]
You didn't like the proposal? It was a bit rough, I admit. The last one I did was-- a very long time ago. And it didn't involve quite this much drama.
[It didn't involve anyone but Luda and him, in a quite spot in the woods. The creek babbling close by and sharing sweet bread in the soft rays of fall sunlight filtered through the canopy of orange leaves.]