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[like_a_bossbot]

[The video function flickers to life as the communicator bounces off the ground with a clunk; Prime appears to be in one of the upper levels, looking distinctly... off.  He sways slightly as he looks around for the source of the noise, before noticing the communicator on the ground.  Blinking blearily, he reaches to pick it up and misses his mark

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[technoorganic]

[She'd noticed when he left - if he thought she wasn't monitering him in some way then he was sorely mistaken. The premesis that Blackarachnia had permanently comandeered were immaculate - and complete with an in home security system. The second he left, she knew.

Soon enough, he has a low, seductive voice hissing in his ear from the shadows.]

Optimus - darling. You didn't think I wouldn't notice you left, now did you?

OOOH BABY.

[like_a_bossbot]

[Optimus stiffened slightly, his shoulders tensing at the sound of her voice. He wondered if he'd blown a cooling fan from the heat in his faceplates, momentarily forgetting the communicator on the ground.]

N-No, not at all... Jus' getting some... err... air?

how YOU doin?

[technoorganic]

[She appears out of the shadows, slinking up to him and draping herself on him again.]

I think that I might actually be hurt, darling. Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?

Kinna intoximicated. I think it's y'ur fault.

[like_a_bossbot]

I wasn't leaving. I'm not gonna leave you again.

[He frowned, looking at the ground. Wait, why was he saying this?]

I would NEVER-! also 1/2

[technoorganic]

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[technoorganic]

[She hadn't expected that. She tries to recover from her mental floundering.]

That's really such a sweet sentiment, darling. Do you really mean it?

[like_a_bossbot]

[Leaning back against her, lolling his head back so he could look up at his former-friend, he nods - And instantly regrets the motion, as his equilibrium circuits seemed to have shut themselves down after the fourth cube.

He groans at the sensation, flopping back on her.]

Uh huh.

Didn't wanna leave you behind before... I really thought you were gone...

S'all my fault. You shoulda offlined me for it... Wouldn't have blamed you if you did.

[technoorganic]

[She grunts quietly when he suddenly leans against her - the is the first time he's done anything remotely xlose to this since....well. A long damn time. There's a little twinge somewhere inside of her. She bats it away.]

Yes dear...you've...mentioned that.

[She waves a hand - not that he can see it.]

Trust me darling, I've considered it.

[Even now. Oh, how easy it'd be. She could make it painless, too if she was feeling merciful. Stingers twitch, but make other movement.

She can't do it.]

[like_a_bossbot]

[He just sags, resting his weight against her. He cycles a sigh, but his intakes hitch, shuttering his optics. Normally, speaking with Blackarachnia was... an emotional task.

But with the heavy fog of the high grade clouding his processor, it made it ten times harder.]

I couldn't... offline you.

[technoorganic]

[Surprisingly, she lets him.

It's likely due to the shock value of his statements.]

Is that a general statement you come to realize tonight, Optimus?

[like_a_bossbot]

Nope~!

[He snorts, trying not to laugh again. It was very tempting, for some reason.]

Knew it all along.

[technoorganic]

[....Stare.]

Even when I threatened your little organic?

[like_a_bossbot]

Had to stop you... didn't mean I'd offline you.

[He looks up at the false sky with a distracted expression, as though thinking about something entirely different.]

[technoorganic]

[This is breaking Blackarachnia's processor. She can almost hear things shorting out.]

How very fascinating. [And useful information.

She follows his optics, absently curling her fingers around his shoulders.]

You're going to regret that 5th cube tomorrow.

[like_a_bossbot]

Think I regret it now...

Think something's disconnected somewhere...

[technoorganic]

You're just overcharged, darling.

It'll pass.

[Just like all these...'admittals'. He won't remember it in the morning, she figures. Maybe that's best.]