[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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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?
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N-No, not at all... Jus' getting some... err... air?
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I think that I might actually be hurt, darling. Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?
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[He frowned, looking at the ground. Wait, why was he saying this?]
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That's really such a sweet sentiment, darling. Do you really mean it?
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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.
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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.]
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But with the heavy fog of the high grade clouding his processor, it made it ten times harder.]
I couldn't... offline you.
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It's likely due to the shock value of his statements.]
Is that a general statement you come to realize tonight, Optimus?
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[He snorts, trying not to laugh again. It was very tempting, for some reason.]
Knew it all along.
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Even when I threatened your little organic?
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[He looks up at the false sky with a distracted expression, as though thinking about something entirely different.]
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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.
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Think something's disconnected somewhere...
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It'll pass.
[Just like all these...'admittals'. He won't remember it in the morning, she figures. Maybe that's best.]
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